The Artists' Way

it took some time
though now I finally see
the very problem's at the heart of me

my sensitivity ...
i'm blessed & cursed

the "human sponge"
that's me, you see
sometimes I care so much, it hurts

i'm thankful for the Gift
of making art

yet those tools applied to my personal life
they can often break my heart ...

& so, I live my life the artists' way ...
Delicately balancing
In this world where I create

I learn to use my pain to make me strong
When the storm is through
I'll start anew
& write a hundred songs

(c) 2012 - {January 9, 2010/ January 17, 2012} by KIRK

The Blooming Flowers Of Springtime

The looming clouds of darkness re-appear
The count is on for happiness
In a time of doubt & fears ...

Who knows just what revelry lies ahead
The choice, stands bold & glaring ...

I think I'll live until I'm dead

The blooming flowers of springtime bring no joy
Though there is much to sing about
I'm "melancholy boy" ...

I crave to see the sunshine days of old
When love was all we cared about
& dreams were things of gold

(c) {May 8, 2009/ June 29, 2011/ January 17, 2012 -} by KIRK