The Phoenix Rises

A PEACE Of My Mind!


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Aleppo

Families
Just tending to each other

A father, a son, a daughter,

And a mother
Families

Just living their lives

Their parents and the kids

Their husbands and their wives
People

Who wanted change

Only for the better

Then things got strange
War

Not what anyone wanted

Destruction

Not what anyone wanted
Lives

Brought to ruin

Praying for peace

That it comes real soon
Aleppo

Aleppo

Where can anyone go?

To find peace

To find love

Just to survive

And feel at home
Syria

Innocent people

Innocent lives shattered

For someone else’s game

Syria

The world cries for you
Just want

To go to the market and eat

Hang with friends

But it seems

Like this hell on earth

Can’t ever be beat
You pray to God

For this to end

Hoping that someone

Will come and help
Aleppo

Waiting for the day to get quiet

Hear a bird sing
Syria

Will the children ever sing again?

Will we ever hear them playing and laughing?
Syria

Will your heart heal again?

When this is over?

When will this end?
Will the sounds of screams,

Will the sounds of cries,

Ever go away?
Peace

We pray for peace

We know it’ll come someday

And for Syria

We all hope it’s today
Peace

Such a sweet, sweet thing

The sweetest of the fruits
Peace

Such an easy thing

Right now, so hard to find
Syria

Waiting at the window

Waiting for a glimpse

Of peace

Waiting for peace.
COPYRIGHT 2017. FLEMMING ERIK CARLSON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.


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MY LOVE IS GOOD ENOUGH

You cannot take from meWhat I have not already given you

You cannot ask or tell me what you want to hear

I will only speak of what I want to

You can ask more of me

But that doesn’t mean I will

And you cannot hurt me

If I don’t allow you to
The love from me is true

And what I offer you

And if your love is good enough for me

Then my love should be good enough for you

Because love is good

My love is good

And don’t tell me that it’s not

Whilst you take it anyway

I gave it to you

And it’s yours to keep

Or throw away
My love is good

My love is good
Rolling winds

Brings a new day

What you choose do with it

Is up to you
My love is good

My love is good
You cannot hold me back

You cannot hold me back
This love I offer

Is the most I can give

To live is to love

To love is to live

It’s my life

It’s my love

So take it if you can use it

But I won’t let you abuse it

Let it light your way

When night blocks your day

Or keep you warm

From a passing storm

But it’s all you’ll get from me
It is what it is

Nothing more or less
COPYRIGHT 2017. FLEMMING ERIK CARLSON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.


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Silent Feedback For An Artist Or Writer

It’s very hard at times to be an artist or a writer. It’s hard because it’s the only real way the artist or writer can communicate his or her thoughts or feelings. And the hardest is when you put your piece out there and you don’t get any response at all. Not just the likes or praise, but honest feedback of questions, debate, discussions about the work, even if it’s negative. When you don’t get any response at all, you start to think, “Wow! No commentary at all? Did they not understand it? Did they hate it? Cause if they liked it, they would certainly say they did. If they were just being nice, they’d lie and say they liked it, but they said nothing at all.”And this goes on in the creators head. And if the artist or writer spent a great deal of time on it, not hearing any feedback at all, tends to lead to the dark thoughts that it wasn’t any good at all.

One might be open to soliciting comments and feedback, but there are artists who feel like they would almost be pandering for praise so they choose to be humble and silent. And the piece may be very good to someone but might get delayed, or postponed, or even shelved from that person seeing it because the artist will let it go to the bottom or the back of the pile of the artist or writer’s work because the artist took the lack of response as rejection of the work. The art form of performance such as a film, or theater, or dance, or a musician, or a comedian, is before a live audience and responses can be conveyed in real time by the audience as they see and hear the piece. The sculptor, the designer, the painter, the writer, does not really have this device. They may be on to something with the piece, but not quite there, yet from not gaining any feedback may move on to something completely different. To an artist, to a writer, silence can be deadlier to the work than negative feedback. And for the artist trying to communicate can cause depression from their own thoughts about the lack of reception than criticism.
What do you think?


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THIS WAXING MOON

Don’t talkDon’t say a word

This is my story

The first time it’s heard
I want to tell you

So many things

My memories

Are the bells that rings
It’s my life

I control the speed

A short or long book

That’s easily complex to read
I make my own choices

I don’t give in

I can start where it ends

I can finish back where it begins
I’ve waited

Going around

From end to end

I’ve waited on you

From high tide

To low tide

Under

Under this

Waxing moon
Shine

Shine

Time to shine

Down on me

This waxing moon
You want me to go left

I went to the right

Sometimes you have to have darkness

In order to see the light
You wanted up

I did too

But we had to go down

It’s something that we knew
I’ve waited

Going around

From end to end

I’ve waited on you

From high tide

To low tide

Under

Under this

Waxing moon
Shine

Shine

Time to shine

Down on me

This waxing moon
I’ve waited

Going around

From end to end

I’ve waited on you

From high tide

To low tide

Under

Under this

Waxing moon
Shine

Shine

Time to shine

Down on me

This waxing moon
I don’t expect you

To understand

It’s not where my feet are

It’s where my head will land
So many places

I can remember them all

So many faces

Yet yours is all I can recall
I’ve waited

Going around

From end to end

I’ve waited for you

From high tide

To low tide

Under

Under this

Waxing moon
Shine

Shine

Time to shine

Down on us

This waxing moon
I’ve waited

Going around

From end to end

To get back toward you

Waiting for you

To come back around

Under

Under this

Waxing moon
Shine

Shine

Time to shine

Down from

This waxing moon
COPYRIGHT 2017. FLEMMING ERIK CARLSON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.


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SARAH ANN

Sarah AnnI’ve been painting outside the lines

Just past the frame

That was you and me

I was painting a mural of you

But I ran out of bright colors

That was you

Sarah Ann
Sarah Ann

I’ve been living in someone else’s dream

Walking around unseen

I had lost my voice

I didn’t have a choice

And it seemed like a thousand years

I only had my hopes, lost my fears

Sarah Ann
Sarah Ann

Was that you at the station?

Wearing a pink bandana?

Sarah Ann

Now here we are

A cause for celebration

Sarah Ann
Sarah Ann

I’ve waited for this day

Counting the minutes

Cutting my hair

Passing my time

Changing the channels

Turning the pages

Sarah Ann
Sarah Ann

Was that you at the station?

Wearing a pink bandana?

Sarah Ann

Now here we are

A cause for celebration

Sarah Ann
Chipping at this old stone

The fog is thick

When I’m all alone

And here you are

Back at home

Back at home

Sarah Ann
Sarah Ann

Was that you at the station?

Wearing a pink bandana?

Sarah Ann

Now here we are

A cause for celebration

Sarah Ann
Sarah Ann

While my arms are around you

Just let me tell you

I don’t ever want to let you go

I don’t ever want you to leave my side

I see me in your smile

I can see me in your eyes

Sarah Ann
Sarah Ann

Was that you at the station?

Wearing a pink bandana?

Sarah Ann

Now here we are

A cause for celebration

Sarah Ann
COPYRIGHT 2017. FLEMMING ERIK CARLSON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.


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An Old Advertising Story

I was thinking of many, many years ago, I was producing a series of ads, and I worked with a gentleman who retired for years in the advertising business. Jack was his name. And he told me that in advertising there was a fine line between being clever and being creative. He said being clever is good for a short time, but being creative is great for a long time. Never forgot that. Rest In Peace Jack. You left me with something good to think about.


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SAD DAYS

Sad daysOut of country

Sad days

For all my family
Sad days

I know this walk so well, I know the way

Sad days

The light is for what we paid
Sad Days

They won’t ever add up

Our tears will never fill

Time’s coffee cup
Sad Days

Soon they will fall behind

The past can be so mean

But our future will be so kind
So sad days

So sad days
Sad days

Sometimes it’s not so nice

Sad days

We pay a painful price
Sad days

They seem to last forever

Sad days

Not very bright not very clever
Sad Days

They won’t ever add up

Our tears will never fill

Time’s coffee cup
Sad Days

Soon they will fall behind

The past can be so mean

But our future will be so kind
So sad days

So sad days
A sad day like a rainy day

Lead to rainbows along the way

A sad day can exasperate your joy

But like the clouds it will pass

Like a child’s old broken toy

Sad days like any day leads to a brand new day

It’s okay

It’s okay
Sad Days

They won’t ever add up

Our tears will never fill

Time’s coffee cup
Sad Days

Soon they will fall behind

The past can be so mean

But our future will be so kind
So sad days

So sad days
Sad days

Just like an old lost friend

Sad days

The wounds will eventually mend
Sad days

I sit and I will wait

Sad days

For time will never wait
Sad Days

They won’t ever add up

Our tears will never fill

Time’s coffee cup
Sad Days

Soon they will fall behind

The past can be so mean

But our future will be so kind
So sad days

So sad days

So sad days

So sad days
COPYRIGHT 2017. FLEMMING ERIK CARLSON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.