Sleeping World

In the stillness and quietness of the night , the bird sings, waits and listens hoping it’s lost comrade’s voice would catch it’s hearing

In the stillness and quietness of the night, the writer grieves for his hands weild the certainty of other’s stories while the uncertainty of his’ is prominent

In the stillness and quietness of the night, the soul of the land rests for yet another day has come to an end

In the stillness and quietness of the night, the old man falls into to a deep unending sleep

In the stillness and quietness of the night, new souls both young and old escape toward the sky

In the stillness and quietness of the night, two lovers explore each other’s world of fantasy

In the stillness and quietness of the night, the artist paints the shadow of his darkest thought

In the stillness and quietness of the night, dwellers mutter words of prayer

In the stillness and quietness of the night, the chain of the thinking man’s reverie doesn’t break.

In the stillness and quietness of the night, ravens cry on the graves of the long-gone while we fight our worst demons

In the stillness of the night, the world sleeps and quietness rules

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The Heart Of Our Earth

The drummer’s sticks ricochet as they strike the stretched surface of the drum

Power and Dominion Echo in our voices

I can hear the cry of the land as our feet strike the ground with mighty thuds

My blood boils and thick sweat runs down my spine,

My breathing is heavy

The female youths shake their buttocks vigorously in tune with the rhythmic pattern of the song

The air is tightly filled with the chanting incantations of the priest

For today, the gods shall dwell among us…

Whispers Of The Dead

My love,

Be Strong and be full of grace,

I love you and my children deeply,

Today and tomorrow and each day as they grow,

Keep smiling and never give up,

Even when things are looking bad.

So i’m closing my love,

Tonight, tuck my children in bed warmly,

Tell them i love them,

Then hug them for me and give them both a goodnight kiss for daddy.

Yet unseen, his gentle soul whispers the words to her hearing…

Winter Soldier

The cries of war dampen the air.
What can the choiceless soldier do?
Nothing! but fight the double pain of cold and war.

He tells his betrothed
That he shall return,
With a certainty
That ceases to exist.

Love and fear stroll in her eyes
As he kisses her goodbye,
Allowing the defilement of his manliness
By the tears that roll briskly down his cheeks.

His heart melts with fear
And waxes stronger with courage,
As bullet and shelling sounds draw nearer
While being conveyed to the battlefield,
Where his doom may become inevitable.
Not knowing if his body and soul will remain united when he returns home.

New Heaven

A new heaven forms above the cloud,
with blue standing for its new symbol of purity,
crystal clear with the face of the ocean.

Angels and demons wear black and white stripes,
And give off melodious sounds like plucked guitar strings,
While everything be atoned by God on his throne

And hell a frozen land,
It’s inhabitants match their way to the open gates of heaven,
in rags and with bruises,
But wearing a smile again on their charred faces

Ten Illustrators To Follow Now

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From sketches to digital art narratives, here’s a visual journey into the worlds of ten illustrators on WordPress.com.

Brad Young

The drawings at Brad Young Art capture life’s little moments. From pen and ink to watercolor, and gardening to food to neighborhood spots, it’s easy to get lost sifting through Brad’s mix of doodles and sketches.

"Macchiato," Brad Young Art“Macchiato,” Brad Young Art

Sarah Goodreau

Sarah Goodreau, an illustrator living in Amsterdam, has a distinct style marked with the warmth you’ll find in children’s picture books, as well as the mystery of surrealist landscapes. In addition to illustration, Sarah is interested in video and stop-motion animation.

"Oh, Geez," Sarah Goodreau“Oh, Geez,” Sarah Goodreau

Marc Taro Holmes

At Citizen Sketcher, Montreal-based artist Marc Taro Holmes chronicles his location sketching, travel drawing, and plein air painting. His work-in-progress is refreshing, from airy landscapes to spirited pieces full of movement. When viewing his work, you can picture his hand moving…

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