coldenginelogix

" The poet represses the outright narrative of his life. He absorbs it, along with life itself. The repressed becomes the poem ....I have written down my experience in the closest detail. But the rough and vulgar facts are not there. At the same time, the desire ( and need) remains to write of a time which has dissapeared, and cannot be seen again, except in memeory..."Louis Bogan

I find this to be a fitting reminder of what the collective artist struggles with day in and day out... Seems that hard times are blasting through just about everyone's head that I know. And is it really any solace to know that across the globe people struggle just like you? Doubtful, most just as soon not care about what other people endure....to a few on here....I hope these words might uplift some of the negative energy you bear.....and be a reminder to the kinship of loyal friendship....we stand united in your struggle.....I will be happy and proud of myself today.....for teaching a 6 year old about the ocean....I will be thankful today for another day in this dichotomy of heaven on the inside....while watching my urban hell through a window of bamboo......love and bruises --you know which one you deserve........