“All we have to believe with is our senses: the tools we use to perceive the world, our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.”
— Neil Gaiman

 

Colours flashing lights fading
creatures of the night invading
Daemons soar on angel wings
Real are my imaginings

 

My senses in and out of control
what I can see may take its toll
madness, inspired lunacy
may inspire or undo me.

 

Animals with human heads
mermaid, gryphons, the undead
greater knowledge do they bring
my inspired reckonings

 

Used to wish that they would stop.
constantly my brow would mop
then with my visions, made my peace
now my panic has surceased.

 

On my screen I bring to life
all my visions, I midwife
Unreality tunnels shared
my art leaves my soul unbarred

 

Colours, symbols still recurring
archetypes my soul are stirring
Through me tho not by me come
From my art I’ll never run
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Blue WebBlue Web by G A Rosenberg

 

Lizard's VisionLizard’s Vision by G A Rosenberg