James McNeil Whistler's monogram
a butterfly - he was such a great fan
His signature t'was this lovely insect
the first emoji I expect
How badacious and ironic that it is you that has become the thief of my time...
For I have been robbed by the curses of spiritual starvation from spirits that possess...
And it is through these tears of my errors that have resulted to what has become...
An incomplete healing process that inevitably progresses this painful possession...
There is an imagined landscape painted with stars that light the canvas of our invisibility...
With a continual shifting of currents in this salty sea refusing to abide by its own decisions...
A deception of the power of the tides to rob me once again of what I once thought was well-deserved...
I now face the bitter truth, that I am entitled to nothing, but what my Dearest Saviour has reserved for me...
And I find pure joy with my Dearest Father within these unspoken words...
Casting out doubt.... I replace it with faith...
A perfect knowledge has been obtained through the belief of the unseen...
And thus we see....God does not believe in competition...
And loves you more than I could ever love myself...
a co authored ?piece by Liam Mc Daid and Christian McNeil?
We are all children from the Heavenly garden...
Regardless of the weeping that sometimes does us pardon...
Crying in the vine when a favourite toy disappears...
Where sometimes there is no sign of life through these mirrors...
Standing in the rain...we cry and weep...
Sometimes praying for that Eternal sleep...
Trying with a heavy heart that has since come apart...
With a weight upon one's soul, that has lost complete control...
Crowning the face of each choice when truths do appear...
Finding direction, changing routes not yet visible or perfectly clear...
All of our paths crossed for genuine reasons I do believe...
fate we sit in the shadows lost....wishing to perceive...
Every last soul's wish that we could change what we cannot arrange...
All the pain that does drip down as rain...
We'll let the drops fall, whether large or quite small...
Until love sets us free once again....
A co written piece by Christian McNeil and Liam Mc Daid
His painting labelled to make us sing
Making nemies bcame his thing-
Legal costs were his ruin;
Said to have 'flung paint in the public's face
Fled to Venice ,farthing-less & in disgrace
Wish I could paint like this one of James and cause such a reaction
James McNeil Whistler 1834-1803 American born,London resident
'Nocturne in Black & White
http://jssgallery.org/other_artists/Whistler/Nocturne_in_Black_and_Gold_The_Falling_Rocket.h
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