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Chelsea Wallace Poem
Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art
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Sympathy struck my soul within the Watts Towers
One man, broken, lost
Gave other broken pieces of life another chance to shine
With beauty and grace
Close to his heart
Close to god
Before his hand came down
They were just figures fallen
Pieces hitting
Rock pavement bottom
These objects, that once served propose
Once had value
No longer desired
Used and abused
Broken souls
Left to corrode
Do you know what it feels like to be alone in fear
In shame with no hope
Can’t look in the mirror
Thought to no longer have purpose,
On this earth
To no longer have beauty
To no longer, have worth
Rebirth
Sees art on the ground
His Hand comes down
A man, once broken and scared
A suffering alcoholic with a second chance at life
His heart and soul he bares
Perhaps it was sympathy,
He felt that day
When he started to create, a place of hope
The skills to cope
For the pieces left to waste away
Each broken object, each piece of junk
He gave a gift of serenity
To shine and glimmer
To live beautifully,
In company
Sublime and serene
Achieved
Surrounded by like others,
Once pieces left behind
Alone, you seek cover
Together, in time
Is strength, and beauty
A vision of unity
A collective propose
Of vision and purity
What new perspective, from the inside to out
Changes on the faces of the people about
Seeing the junk, as a ship not sunk
In the shape of hope
And inspiration, a dream
Where we can go and where we have been
Reflect on this now
Of those who never saw
What the man’s vision was
Love, real and raw
In those broken pieces
With his signature, his heart
Left in different formations
Bottle and plates
Imagination
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Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art
Copyright © Chelsea Wallace | Year Posted 2010
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Chelsea Wallace Poem
For the Better
By, Chelsea Wallace
Surely as I sit here
My life is all turned ‘round
Upside down
For the better
Still afraid to fear
I turn my cheek and close my eyes
Inside she cries
For the better
Someone is near
A spirit perhaps, here to guide
Take away my pride
For the better
Ego has no fear
It still fights the fight
To win it’s plight
Not for the better
Wine, gin and beer
How attractive they become
Glamour and chic, vodka and rum
Not for the better
Look in the mirror
Spirit save my life
Save my life
For the better
Copyright © Chelsea Wallace | Year Posted 2010
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