New Skin
You’ve got to grow into it, your new skin.
Let it fit around you and the things you
Have been. You can’t force it or stretch it
Too thin, you must envision a smaller self
Every now and again. For, things might
Get too tight and what happens then…
You’ll end up in a fight with the way you
Have been. So play your cards right and
Always remember when things weren’t so
Tight in your old new skin.
-Damon Freed
Hubris
Lights glimmered to the north
And from my lap I looked forth
To review the quirky spectacle
But it did not reveal itself in full
So I continued with my book
‘Till the lights requested a second look
From just beneath the willow tree
Two red eyes were beaming me
Were it the devil in a prance?
NO! Those blood red eyes began to dance!
Were it the raven mocking me?
NO! It was my reflection unfortunately!
-Damon Freed
Drawing
The sun is sublime
And the branches all rhyme
I’m aware of the time
But not by human design
I’m filthy but fine
Drawing this vine
The wind it wines
And the summer it finds
Me ok with nature’s signs
For, I’m at peace
And well within reach
Of the rays
That fill my days
And tan my skin
Just below the chin
Where the charcoal darkens
And an eraser harkens
Light to and fro
With a happy glow
It’s the knowledge I know
From heart to hand to elbow
-Damon Freed
Art Is About Freedom
Art is about freedom.
Tiny little kingdoms
Made of foreign rules
With red and yellow
Houses with garages
Full of tools. Tools
To build and deconstruct
Thoughts and actions of
The world, inner worlds.
Some skies are made of swirls,
Some pictures have girls, others
Are made of boys who make lots
Of noise, pleasant noise. It takes
Poise, and direction, discipline,
And know how. Otherwise, how to
Draw a cow? Or a goat. Or a little
Person’s moat. Yes, a giant mote
To protect the freedom kingdom
From outsiders, from posers and liars.
Those who threaten your inner fire.
Let them get hired. Then let them get
Fired again and again, those life losers.
-Damon Freed
