"Mental Drawings of Demons Spinning Their Evil Ways Sometimes Bare Gifts of New Inventions"

"DNA" 30x40 reverse plexi-glass by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
Collection of Candy and Larry Wood

TURN ON THE MUSIC:



"Mental Drawings of Demons Spinning Their Evil Ways Sometimes Bare Gifts of New Inventions"

The back and forth of good and bad
the sifting of our errors
how and where do we find our revival
of clear intentions?

Mental drawings of demons of the heart
They make the wheels spin their evil ways
tragically.
Yet sometimes
despite the wounded closet
there is a lovely token.
The gift of understanding
magically bringing revelations
we had not recognized
before the sleeping princess. 
Waking that beauty
no further breeding of dragons
occurs without clear planning.

Sometimes we conquer that dark side
spend time considering the view from top of the hill.
Watch sunsets
consider mythical monsters
and meet what might become bad decisions
head on
with an opposite approach
and our own fire-breathing tongues.

And then?
The wheel spins again
symbols of chaos within our hands
new inventions
new attractions toward depression
monsters in the closet
intimidating czar
despite the ones we conquered ore.

We are a fragile being
yet resilient.
Despite the temptations
the quest for new ideas
roar.
Despite the lust of new ideas
that might disable the heavens angles
we continue on
reveling in new inventions.

Do it... it's only just round the corner,
one new experience, 
one new insight, 
one new innovation, 
one new discovery
designs created from what is possible.

Painting our lives
drawings of scorpions
biting their own tail
or disabling objectionable disabilities thereof.
There is room for safe breathing
we are safe within the IDEA
of creativity
meeting the ways of right
or wrong
fault or reason.

There within the birds that cover our eyes
we decipher
and meet our own glorious
newly uncovered
finds of delight.

We are not that many steps away
from tiny whimsical angels
that remind us of
real life and our own breathing.
There is safety in that call.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
22 April 2009
copyright 2009

The painting above was done as per the commissions requirements, which were personal details of the clients life, which is why the reference to DNA.


Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
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"Mental Drawings of Demons Spinning Their Evil Ways Sometimes Bare Gifts of New Inventions"

Turn on the music!





"Mental Drawings of Demons Spinning Their Evil Ways Sometimes Bare Gifts of New Inventions"

The back and forth of good and bad
the sifting of our errors
how and where do we find our revival
of clear intentions?

Mental drawings of demons of the heart
They make the wheels spin their evil ways
tragically.
Yet sometimes
despite the wounded closet
there is a lovely token.
The gift of understanding
magically bringing revelations
we had not recognized
before the sleeping princess. 
Waking that beauty
no further breeding of dragons
occurs without clear planning.

Sometimes we conquer that dark side
spend time considering the view from top of the hill.
Watch sunsets
consider mythical monsters
and meet what might become bad decisions
head on
with an opposite approach
and our own fire-breathing tongues.

And then?
The wheel spins again
symbols of chaos within our hands
new inventions
new attractions toward depression
monsters in the closet
intimidating czar
despite the ones we conquered ore.

We are a fragile being
yet resilient.
Despite the temptations
the quest for new ideas
roar.
Despite the lust of new ideas
that might disable the heavens angles
we continue on
reveling in new inventions.

Do it... it's only just round the corner,
one new experience, 
one new insight, 
one new innovation, 
one new discovery
designs created from what is possible.

Painting our lives
drawings of scorpions
biting their own tail
or disabling objectionable disabilities thereof.
There is room for safe breathing
we are safe within the IDEA
of creativity
meeting the ways of right
or wrong
fault or reason.

There within the birds that cover our eyes
we decipher
and meet our own glorious
newly uncovered
finds of delight.

We are not that many steps away
from tiny whimsical angels
that remind us of
real life and our own breathing.
There is safety in that call.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2009

I Painted a Dream of Enchanted Faeries Where Flowers Met the Dew

First? Turn on the music:



"I Painted a Dream of Enchanted Faeries Where Flowers Met the Dew"

I painted a dream of enchanted faeries
drew out maps to travel with
whimsical angel pictures
where flowers met the dew.

I imagine a mermaids mission
toward the sea past the glen
my satchel is full
of notebooks held past pretend.

I seek whimsical angels
who watch over a babies footprints
keeping eye on the daylight
and the doves mournful relent.

Stay close beside an infants crib
ward off all danger
protecting unsuspecting infants
for a thousand and one years.

No dragons may enter
only song birds allowed
in a butterfly garden
tis a fairies lament rung stout.

Fairies guard the dandelion
and the twinkling stars
lest they fly away without us
and leave our outstretched arms.

Whimsical angel drawings
Another world outside my own
yet I listen so intently
for a land past my home.

Enchanted fairies sing songs
and beacon the moonlight
and if you close your eyes to listen
you'll hear a tender might.

Inspired by a faeries tenderness
attention to a needing land
a fairies flight returns predicted
to a believers outstretched hands.

Swans grow from goslings
birds from eggs
clumsy beginnings yes
lead to mysterious legs.

Bells chime
time to meet a magic maker
holding keys to lands
fore every single mystery partaker.

Amid the trembling roses
who meet a unicorns dream
rest assured a captains roar
will forever sing.

Never worry little princess
fore a story of might
a note has been left by a mermaid
fore a swan songs undying
and perhaps restless
flight.

11 April 2009
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

The image is of "Swan Song" 30x40 oil on canvas by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen Original available through Monkdogz Urban Art http://www.monkdogz.com

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