There is a kind of knowing
That lives in your heart
It has no form or shape
It has no empirical data
It’s abstract action
An emotional drawing
That takes residence
Like a cockroach
Drunk on absinthe
A horrible knowledge
You know exists
But your brain
It’s a coward
Not as brave as your heart
So you nail the door closed
And hide in the dark
Hoping you’re wrong
But… your heart
Has proven itself
Time and time again
So you get dressed
Put on one of your smiles
And answer the door
Ready to hear
What your heart
Has been trying to say
NOTE:
I remember a time I knew a truth that hadn’t been told. I tried to change the truth but it persisted and one night I confronted it and asked the person to tell me the truth. And though I knew what was coming I was devastated. My heart knew but my brain wasn’t so sure. I listen to my heart now. It’s smart. It has a lot to say.
HASTYWORDS 
There’s no dissuading a heart
From a truth, a TRUTH it knows
Be it of shattering beauty
That transforms all history
Or devastating horror
We fear cannot be seen and live
But the hear is wise
The heart is kind
It will tell only what and how
It knows you can handle
Even when you don’t know you can
It will teach
” Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;”
– Edgar Allan Poe – The Raven
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The heart has been my constant teacher
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It shows. And, your art work in these posts is stunning.
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Most of them are ai generated from my own pics. Hoping to eventually being able to paint this well 🙂
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The AI only tries to do what you tell it you want. It is still your vision.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
HASTY – At last, to hear
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