Artist of the day 2/2/12 : A poem but a story

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Artist of the day 2/2/12

Rantings of The Grendel Khan

Chapter One

     A man with glasses passes a bar, through a window from afar he sees a girl and thinks “I wouldn’t mind dancing with her”.  For a blur of a minute he contemplates then comes to his senses, convinces himself he can only dance when he’s been drinking, to busy thinking to see her look, then turn away.

     It’s a shame how on a grey day you can see things most clearly.  You make out the cost of living in each step, each heartbeat you compute the profit of in advance, or retreat.  The glasses wore, our man, he had no plan therefore did not see where he was coming from, only where he was going.  “Frames are strange things to divide games” he thought.  He fought with a desire to delay which he overcame, a shame he didn’t see God was on belay as he went the…

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About artfulhelix

I'm a mother to three beautiful boys, 8 years, 2 years, and 1 year old, all there birthdays in April with mine (very busy month). I am a wife to a wonderful man who supports every thing I want to do. I have 10 piercings and 11 tattoos, more tattoos coming soon. I am an artist, painting, tattooing, sculpting (haven't done that for a long time), poetry, and a few small crafts. As an artist I felt writing was the next logical step for me. I am enjoying every minute of it, writing, blogging (never thought I would blog), and critiquing. I not only want to talk about my book and the writing proses, but art in general in my blog. I would like to share a poem I wrote a few years ago, but is so me. I came up with it when a very old woman came up to me on the side walk and said " Do you know you are going to hell?" laughing a little inside I said "No, why am I going to hell?" "Because you have desecrated the lords temple with all your piercings and tattoos!" She looks so serious when she said this. I said "I'm not desecrating, I'm decorating!" well that made her mad of course, and she stomped off. later I wrote this: You look at me that way in disgust and disdain I’m pierced and tattooed I must be insane But who are you to judge when you kneel down and pray Just because our beliefs are not the same We are not so different you and I for we are all the same when we die This is nothing against religion, merely about judgment in general. Can't wait to share more of what I love and who I am.

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