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Faith Buchanan Poem
When you are an artist, you can't escape from it.
No matter how much you tell yourself
that you will starve,
that your'e stupid for wanting a useless degree,
that you should become an accountant;
you can't fight it.
Maybe because when it comes down to it,
you simply don't want to, or maybe its because
to fight against it is like warring against yourself instead of all the evil
around you.
And that is exactly why you can't.
Because in some inspiring,
self possessing way, it helps you
fight all the evil around you.
It becomes your sword, a way to cut through
the frivoluous,
to see the beauty that sustains us all.
And you want to know the most beautiful thing?
When your tool to beauty
becomes the tool
to help cut someone else's dark.
So that is why I am artist.
Not simply for choosing or for sanity,
but because it's in my heart,
it pumps through my veins,
it is my blood,
it is me.
I am artist.
And to detach this from me
is make someone new.
So it is not my choice really.
You asked why I choose this.
But in fact, this is why I can't not choose it.
Copyright © Faith Buchanan | Year Posted 2010
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Faith Buchanan Poem
Be Brave
Start this way
Wind up all your webs
Finally let them flow into the tornado
of lies
Be Courage
Don't forget the origination
Simple sits and simple
imagination
It is where it starts
Be Alive
Take beauty
Utilize yearnings of hope
Fill others with song
...Maybe this way
we will grow
into what we imagined ourselves
to be
when we were young enough to be
Brave
Courageous
Alive
Copyright © Faith Buchanan | Year Posted 2009
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Faith Buchanan Poem
Some days you see perfection in the sky
and it can bother you that that perfection
is not within you
Some days you look up to see dirty buildings and filthy air
and you wonder where the beauty is
and if it really still exists
and you realize the outside does not match the beauty
desired inside
Some days the sky is gray and rain falls in relief
And its in these days that you are in peace
because whatever hindrance that you keep pent up
is somehow comforted by the sky's release
And that part of melancholy
can just be
...And it is in these days
when you are wrecked and cloudy,
that particles of hope condense
ready to rain joy upon you,
because you know that in the morning
bright blue will once again gleam in your eyes
and the air will breath of relief
and rainbows will speak of the promise of life
and the perfection you see in the sky
will spill straight into your soul
Copyright © Faith Buchanan | Year Posted 2010
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