But how can that be
When clinging to the past
How can the future be seen?
You frown and glare
And yes, it's your choice
You rant and rave
Well, at least you've found your voice
Convinced you are entitled
You sit and fume
Wearing your lovely crown of righteousness
In your cold damp tomb
And you seek with zealous fervor
Those who never change their minds
The dependable, the scrupulous and virtuous
Those who never cross the line
Well I'm sorry to say
They simply don't exist
Except for those found on
Imagination's list
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ReplyDeleteHello.
ReplyDeleteMy name is Catherine Ann.
I am an artist.
I have absolute reverence for art.
It stirs my soul and lifts me to an exhilarating place within myself - and just as importantly - without myself.
In this place I can find opportunities to confront what is true about myself and the world around me.
Yes, I use it to explore "my actions", those beautiful and those ugly and all in between.
In this place I can find lies I created in order to shield myself from my truths.
In this place I can find release from chaos.
In this place I can find freedom.
In this place I can find the totality that is Catherine Ann.
In this place I am always safe and always at risk.
So if you read something and it offends you, I am sorry for the discomfort it might cause but allow me to reassure you, it's about me...
... my darkness ... my light