To feel The kiss of the midday sun Watching the cherubs as they run Along the sandy stretch…oh what fun The freedom to be
Hope for a future to realise Hope for a joy surpassing our mortal minds Hope that our streets may be filled with laughter Hope that the young shall shed no tears
Sometimes we need to look just a little deeper…
I am me…I know no other way to be…
Do I fancy myself a writer?
Well, yes. Yes I do.
More than merely
To me you are real
You did me real bad
Got me oh…so sad
With heart in hand
Precious memories marred
Soul deeply scarred
With flow and sway You have sashayed your way Into my heart
What is art? Can it really be defined. What is creativity? Have you ever thought on this? Everyone has a different perception of what art is. What’s yours?