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"A Better World is Waiting" by Linda M. Crate
beyond the pale there is a better world she can be here, and she's trying to reach us; place of love, respect, and understanding; empathy and compassion aren't ever in low supply despite the high demand— & everyone respects everyone's magic and talents and bodies for who and what they are without judgment or question, and here is the place that calls me to her side; can you see her beyond all the nightmares? she is waiting to crown all her royals; for each of us is of a worth beyond compare— here, we're all in various stages of learning this; but she already knows and she wants us to know.
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"Drowning in the Old Horn" by M.A.A.
An ethereal door, a hesitant opening we always pick the wrong entrance, into which we are carelessly sailing, great exploration comes with a loss as such, someone is to be thrown over the edge and left to preach as a son of the nameless one who is to break and cut space into halves It's fun for a while to praise - in nerve-racking tune of broken drums - what we tend to call curiosity but let's be honest, and see what it all means in different tongues who catches the misdirecting trap - in echoes of spectral beings - that is insatiability You see, these confused navigators in every moment of perceived danger blow the old horn, not for redemption but as a mere wish to have some more so for us - who are in great fear of the fall, yet can only spiral down from it all - a few little tales of wasted inner peace makes us quickly reach for Beyond Now, as the sacrifice grows bored - disillusioned - he gathers the sons of his own the teacher says, the pupils echo, in one neat circle they all let go: Beyond is what consumes is what brings doubt is what gives tears silences the wicked mouth Beyond gives discord makes us laugh and sing us of their kingdom to impale the right heart The teacher can barely hold the keys, the forgotten rat-turned-fish has no place in this scheme of the sea farers' failed means yet he summons the drowned kin teaches them all to swim - for the sailors of uncharted waters - the dropped weight made death a messenger of joy thus ruining your pitiful ploy and he comes again with a great enchantment preaching the word of drowned men whether with love or contempt "Be as a lamp unto them..."
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Quick Note: As we are coming out of lockdown here in Ireland and my weekends are getting busy again, I have made the decision to make Artistic Differences a biweekly event. This means that the next exhibition will appear on the 16th of August, meaning the deadline for submissions will be midnight, Saturday 15th.
Next week’s theme is: Begin Again
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