I am…
...blessed to have the vision to see what others are unaware of
and the gift to illuminate the obvious.
I wonder for many hours, living mostly in my head,
pondering why others aren’t fascinated
with quantum physics, the origin of stars or our relationship to water.
I hear sounds no longer appreciated,
like silence...
I see blessings in the trees,
in their shifting, swaying, luminescent leaves
with arms reaching towards a pregnant moon.
I want to know more.
Weave intellect with curiosity and feed my hungry mind.
I am blessed to have the vision to see what others are unaware of
and the gift to illuminate the obvious.
I pretend, I’m on a mission.
I feel, I really am.
I touch the hearts of old people, youngsters, homeless on the street
and see the universe in the twinkle of their eyes.
I worry often- too much, 'I’m not good enough',
'life is hard'...maybe,
'I’m wrong' or 'all alone'.
I cry when the sadness of worry swallows me whole,
when trees are cut, people go ignored, anger released, recyclables trashed.
I am blessed to have the vision to see what others are unaware of
and the gift to illuminate the obvious.
I understand it’s all in my head,
as it is in yours.
I say… 'thoughts become things', 'words are our passports'
and ask, 'where are we going'?
I dream... I’m validated, stable, at peace,
a yogi, an artist, a scientist of the streets.
I try to move forward,
one day at a time.
I hope to discover my purpose, my reason for
this path that I’m on.
I am blessed to have the vision to see what others are unaware of
and the gift to illuminate the obvious.
I realize this is my process
and this is my bliss.
~ Annelies Gentile 2010
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Artists…
have an important role in society.
We hold a space
for communication,
a space
to decode the complex rhetoric
of the everyday.
Artists are the eyes
of the blind
who do not know they cannot see.
We are the hearts
of the blocked
who do not know they are confined.
We are the ears
of the deaf
who do not know how to listen.
We are the senses
of society
and the mouthpiece
for a message.
We are modern day shamans.
We are artists.
~ Annelies Gentile 2005
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Infinite Source
~ Annelies Gentile 2011
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Missing Muse
Haven't been journaling as much
Seems I've given myself a box
A strict box of formulated
tools and rules
to set the soil
for creativity
to plant its seed
and help it grow.
But, in my studies of 'process'
and structure of this mysterious force
that's inherent to all,
I've gone dull
gone numb,
my own muse
shoved
into
a cap and gown.
Asked to pay $200
on the 18th of every month.
Has this experience
garnered me more respect?
Maybe from the outside
audience.
But from the inside...
she is dimly lit.
But I have hope
she will come around
stand up, her feet firm on the ground.
Wave her arms draped in golden light
and say...
I'm here!
Silly...
been here the whole damn time.
~ Annelies Gentile 2012