An autodidact
I fathered many patents
I was born a slave
U.S. railways I designed
I stood tall until my grave
He was a servant's son, young and proud
But expressed his opinions out loud
By the will of the King
He braved the guillotine
So now he heads off into the crowd
master of preparation
with
pen& brush
latent energy
sparked
by
God
monumental
marvels
proportioned
in genius
marbled magnificence
of dimensional
delight
sensuality immortalised
in the
visual
the tactile
imagination
contexualised
in
contemplation
of the truth
of
salvation&
resurrected life
to come
to be
jan has a plan ~ humor the renaissance man
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Gone is the era of the Renaissance Man
Who delved into Milton, Voltaire and Rosseau
Knew the difference between Cezanne and Gaugin
Could parse a sentence and quote Henry Thoreau
Came Woodstock, he was buried deep in time's sands
Covered over by Joplin and Country Joe...
Social media's dug man's hole even worse
Alexa and Cortana ~ My lips are pursed
I'm your fix it person;
your personal renaissance man, I'm your burden bearer;
just doing all I can,
just lean on me, I have a better plan;
you think you do sure you will;
place your soul under a hill;
redeem yourself I'm better than anything else;
and all that's left is Christian guilt;
more than mere mortal and not just a mere man;
no one else care for nor no one else dare to
be here for you for I will do that that no mere man will do;
I have infinity for truth and it's for you;
Christ your burden bearer provider endeared;
does what He can for He is I Am when no one else cares for no one else dares for;
be there for you for I will do that, that no mere man will do;
for He Is I AM Christ is a renaissance man
))rowned of twelve stars his moon these pearls....
Curious tiny eyes their hearts, gazing from afar: Gemini ?
Immanent's immaculate gossamer wings descending from upon high
Sparkling prisms in light colourful beams dreams: God'sent, fingertips erasing time.
King
Rudolf-
the changing
seasons in a
face.
Ekphrasis- Vertimus and similar paintings by Archimboldo
I was thinkin' 'bout you the other day babe
How much I looked forward to talkin' to ya each day
You were right when we broke up
I don't appreciate a good woman
I seem to fall in with the shallow crazies
It comes from one too many beatin's
Too many people tellin' me I was stupid, as a kid
I never would amount to nothing, they said
I don't know when my conscience began to die
For what reason? Well, I can't remember now why
When I was teenage boy I suppose
One day my gaze just went low
No friendships were in the cards for me
Survival was my only thought, to be free
I never respected anyone, nor loved
It was all about me when push came to shove
I ran away and became a warrior at sea
Grew to be hard, deadly, and mean
I went through women from east to west
They served their purpose at best
Some call me now a Renaissance man
That I have grown wise and kind
But I'm really still just that beaten and abused kid
Afraid to trust anyone, just trying to survive
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