ARTIST'S HELPING ARTIST.S PLATFORM

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JOVAN VALOR

         DEATH  NOTE

It is very rare to get a glimpse & peek inside the artist's mind during the creative process.

BODY IS ART

BEFORE I FLEW
Embracing fears of doubts inside.
Erasing the dark & primitive mind.
We enter twilight beneath the dawn &
Through the night upon a song.
Traversing in & out of sight,
Within his arms, i feel just right.
For now I know just how it is,
To not be hers or even his.
Right from the start, to never part,
His name I sing, we have this thing.
Complete, aware majestic pair,
Inside & out, without a doubt.
In sync, refined; through sands of time,
Cause I am you & you are me;
Together make a symphony.
There, within, without, I see.
The past & present future me.
Planets, stars, the moon & sky,
An inner eye of the Most High.
With every breath, the more I see;
Just what this life's supposed to be.
All along, my heart had known,
The way I've lived & how I've grown.
I let another take my voice.
Forgot that I have had a choice.
These broken wings, I make anew.
Stronger than before I flew.
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Before I Flew
Copyright: Quintessence333
11-20-2016

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Sleepless night.. . .
Was I there in your dreams?
Night travels are the Ecstasy
 of the Broken Heart. . .
Lovers have expressed. . . &poets know,
For if the only way
I can hold you,
Is by the silent streams
Of your own making. . .
The soft melodies that play
In your mind. . .My own songs,
Left in valleys. . .
Filled with imagination.
I am there, in wide awake. . .
In your arms. . . in your dreams.

Copyright Michael Montoya
2016

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Sweets & chatters
the brave monsters howl to the sun
keep us warm brilliant rays
guide the path avoiding the 
dark para-Dice strays the blizzard
you heavenly rose sanatize me,
aromatize them, you help me fixate 
the charms of my pack; 
keep them stable & marked the prints on the snow.
I'm still here, faith & focus,
you are my essence, am I dying?
Are they running dry?
My dear stairways don't feel abandoned,
no death would keep us
lost & broken.
Moon & roses drawing near
We are close, don't loose prints upon
with harsh winds closer, closer, 
stay close warm and nearly dead.
We are each other's coats and sharp teeth,
​know no fear & stumbled warriors crawl all the way 
through the tunnel, in trust & faith,
one by one, I see myself
Keep chasing roses.

​Chasing Roses
Copyright Jovan Valor
​2017