A collection makes its own demands. Many artists have been collectors. I think of it rather as an illness. I felt it was using up too much energy.
quote by Howard Hodgkin

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Art Consumes Flame Immortal Souls
What is the curse of no time
for any artist for all artists?
Art demands time
all consuming time
times of precise reflection
times of informative focus
times of intense productivity
times of perceptive clarity
times of felt vision testimony
times of account sensitivity
times of passion commentary
times of creative outpourings
times of artistic servitude
means art more demands
than a mere pound of flesh
art demands fibres of our being
art demands neurons identities
art demands touch sound stimuli
art demands light radiant souls
art demands devotes of the mind
art demands paid vision ransoms
art demands intense internal bleeding
art demands pain waltz symphonies
art demands epic universal certainties
art demands artists lifetime creations
art consumes flame immortal souls
poem by Terence George Craddock

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Of all kinds of human energy, Art is surely the most free, the least parochial; and demands of us an essential tolerance of all its forms. Shall we waste breath and ink in condemnation of artists, because their temperaments are not our own?
quote by John Galsworthy

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Golden Energy
Golden energy
For the guy or gal
Whose had a hard hard day
Golden energy
To help you meet the demands
Of an energetic mate
Or a red hot date
Golden energy dripping down on you
Golden energy
Natural aphrodisiac
Golden energy
Working hard to keep you on full
Pumping iron all the way
Keeps you from being too
Too tired
Rootin bootin sure fired
Golden energy meets all requirements
Posts no bills
Poots no guff
Needs no prescriptions
Golden energy handle if you care
If you dare
Help yourself to another share
song performed by by Devo

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If you read my poem
If you read my poem
Thank you my friend
For suffering with me
Through the various
terrifying onslaught
of the ordeal of the
pain of searching for
The right perfect
word that meets the
Demands of the script
before me that makes
The poem scream to
want to be unchained
To be born as the bright
magic epic unforgettable
Little great masterpiece
that we both pray for it
To be the bright star
garlanded with the beauty
We lovingly anticipate it
with anxious love to greet
The rising sun as the new
sparkling star to be added
To our vast collection of
our star studded collection
poem by Ngaka Motaung

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I Am Nothing But That Energy! ?
'With all I have lost, I found
that I never had Anything.
looking at nothingness of me,
I learnt same nothingness behind everything,
And that nothingness felt not in this plane,
Here that nothingness acts as everything,
That is true in that plane,
This is true in this one!
When I depend on light,
Time and space come to existence,
Where that formless energy assumes form,
To achieve some work on its own,
I am nothing other than that energy,
still something makes me,
myself look different,
And different forms!
Even my or your identity seems to be
Nothing,
but for me that is Everything in love, and love is the basis of all creation,
when energy love to have some recreation! ! ! '
Look strange, if we put some effort to rearrange jig saw puzzle,
We definitely arrive at meaning,
And this confidence of energy
makes it try to solve using different forms,
This is its belief
belief of energy entering the matter,
Make it to move and think
And arrive at the Truth!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

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We Let the Illness In
At first, we both make contact
With mucus membranes,
And we let the illness in.
The fevers we may contract
Fester in our brains,
And we let the illness in.
We won't know how to react
While writhing in pain,
And we let the illness in.
Yet, such is the fate we pick,
Choosing to be sick,
And we let the illness in.
poem by Tim Stensloff

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We distinguish the excellent man from the common man by saying that the former is the one who makes great demands upon himself, and the latter who makes no demands on himself.
quote by Jose Ortega y Gasset

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We distinguish the excellent man from the common man by saying that the former is the one who makes great demands on himself, and the latter who makes no demands on himself.
quote by Jose Ortega y Gasset

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The doctor demands his fees whether he has killed the illness or the patient.
In my thoguhts i am alone
In my thoughts i am alone
where i fear no one understands
the pain the illness the sadness
the nightly terrors i handle alone
this experience i cant handle of this illness
they call bipolar the way im defined or labled that
one can not see past to see who i am beyond the illness
who is scared of herself who is caring for others more than herself
who will do anything to make another happy
but for one to meet someone who is 'bipolar' thats what they see
unstable depressed manic angry mood swing mess
but what they dont understand is how stable is not in our world
and it doesnt define us it makes us who we are
this illness we battle alone cause unless you have it
you can never fully understand and even if you do i dont think
we can fully understand it...
alone in this illness
alone in these thoughts
alone is how i feel
i cry alone when i feel alone
i sleep to be alone to feel nothing
to feel nothing or empty is what i need
it would be better than the saddness and hurt and
the feeling of alone
my tears fall alone
i enjoy being alone but the feeling of alone is
something i can not handle
to feel like there is no one
to feel like no one can truely understand or care
i only ache with this fear
i try to cry and scream for help but no one seems to hear
so lost in this illness and how to not feel alone
poem by Juliana Willsey

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Small Gaps In Creativity
real writing
demands real time
course work
never allowed
full time employment
never allowed
artistic development
real writing
part time artists
produce part time work
part time pieces
of genuine artistic souls
to produce artistically
but a few times
to only create properly
but a few times
in work recent months
is curse of part time
artists who felt right
but a few times in months
the rest of the time
was racing gaps
small time windows
of opportunity art time
poem by Terence George Craddock

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The refusal to rest content, the willingness to risk excess on behalf of one's obsessions, is what distinguishes artists from entertainers, and what makes some artists adventurers on behalf of us all.
quote by John Updike

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Love, passion and lust
Love demands no right;
Love demands no weight;
Love demands no return.
A mother thus loves.
Passion demands hold;
Passion demands right;
Passion demands return.
A woman can translate it.
Lust finds no ethics;
Lust exudes no fear.
Lust demands no reason.
A man is adept of it.
2202.10.2000, Vijayavada
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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If you've never felt that you quite got a hold of it, you just feel that before you die, you've got to try and get it right once. And hope that the experience you have makes up for the some of the diminishing energy.
quote by Robert Wyatt

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Intensity Of Artistic Purpose
narrow minded artists
focus upon creating art
whatever art creativity offers
slow to exhibit publish
heated hot pipe dreams
seldom warm empty bodies
focus can be absolute
keeps requests replies down
read me when I'm dead
critics collectors play catch up
poem by Terence George Craddock

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Union Cures The Illness
For any illness,
The symptoms and signs are within oneself, but
The cure is obtaining medicines from source outside;
Whereas,
For the illness of a well jeweled mistress
Who is longing for union with lover,
She herself is the medicine,
Union cures the illness.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan

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The best doctor prevents illness, an average doctor visits when the illness is imminent, and the unskilled doctor treats your present illness.
Bio-Energy
Energy exists in different forms:
Thermal energy, electrical energy,
Magnetic energy, chemical energy,
Wind energy, solar energy and et al.
Bio-energy consists of chemical,
Thermal, electric, magnetic energy.
Bio-energy confines to bodies
And is distinct from their counterparts
That exist outside the living bodies
In that it as a unit cannot exist
Without the living mass in any way,
That it ceases when bodies disintegrate,
And that it transmits through reproduction.
Bio-energy is only expandable.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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There's Glory In Your Story
I felt alone
I put on my new shoes and hit the town
I still felt alone
I'm convinced everyone's built to be put down
I had to say (I had to say)
What I wanted to say (what I wanted to say)
I had to say (what I wanted to say)
Where are you going to stay?
I felt alone
Independence Day comes when you're down
Still felt alone
Ten times I thought I almost found you
Sometimes simple chords are the best
The simple approach is the best if
It makes more sense than any other
It makes more sense than any other
I felt alone
I felt bleak - knocked me to the ground
I still felt alone
My attempts at chivalry fell without a sound
I felt alone
So put on your new shoes and leave this town
Still felt alone
I'm convinced, everyone's built to be put down
The simple chords are the best
Sometimes the simple approach is the best if
It makes more sense than any other
It makes more sense than any other
song performed by by Idlewild

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Cure For Me
I acquire the cure for my ills,
The solution is final for my illness.
It is death that resides in the middle of life,
I ignore when I am like a fortunate man.
The illness will be cured due to beasts,
They enter the planet through the vacuum.
The illness is again discontinued.
My Satan is conquered for all those watching
So that ill men who see can nevertheless find
The very soul to be complete.
poem by Naveed Akram

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