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Artist: Griffin Shae Cordell (me)

Title: Ethereal Rose

Medium: blacklight paint & black acrylic on canvas.

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Open Mic Night at The Magic Bean in Springfield Missouri.

I preformed my own original poem.

The Heretic of Samsora, by Griffin Shae Cordell (before I was saved).

Childhood: most of which I can't even remember. Bourne during a blizzard on the fourth of December. My life, as cold as the snow that fell on such winter. Though at my center, a warm heart was rendered. To which, the pain I endured served as my timber. At first glance, you would think that I have such a bad temper. Though my scorn was simply a wore to hide a heart that was so tender. I often regret that I was such a pretender. But I did so because it's kindness this world chooses to hinder.

The day I revived, they said I was prized. With blinding blond hair and angel blue eyes. I was happy at first, I swear it's not lies. A sister ahead, and a brother beside. Not even a year apart. Eleven months and three weeks to be precise. They were my life, my light. My lantern in the night. My shield within this fight. Though as they went their separate ways, I regained my sight.

I saw the pain that never drained. I was only blinded to the stains left behind from all the rain. "Life is good" they always claimed. "Depression is choice or simply insane" they said that I'm the crazy one, that I'm to blame. But I've gazed into their souls and saw that nothing remained. Only masks they wear to pretend to be tame. But I don't play that game! I'd rather feel pain than be a hollow uniform frame. So within my darkness I remained.

They labeled me sick, and I claim them to be wrong. They pushed me to be perfect, though I have been all along. Until the day I die, I will sing this rebels song. I shall be free! Until the day that everything I love is gone.

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I'll be making cover songs soon that I'll be posting the links to here as well.

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A freestyle I came up with while listening to Sleep Tokens instrumentals.

In my distant past I was known as such a poet.

This bleeding heart would drip upon these pages like crashing commits.

And though I wish to write you the most beautiful of sonnets.

My sleeves are weighted down by this heart I wear upon it.

Take this heart, love, it's for you.

Take my body, though it could be improved.

Take this soul, it will always shine true.

Take everything I have... so you're the only thing left that I have to lose!

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The Sheepdog: By Griffin Shae Cordell.

It was a simple mistake

to believe in their game.

Be the wolf or the sheep,

the predator or prey.

Though I chose to be the sheepdog while my shepherd is away.

The difference, most of the sheep cannot see

Between the wolves and me.

They all shun me and outrun me, while I would die to keep them clean.

The difference the wolves choose to mock

as they stalk amidst my flock.

"No better than a slave" they say,

yet tred with care near the fields I lay.

And they stare and glare as I'm fed my share, for the shepherd is fair to the wolves who obey.

It's like they cannot see

He is greater than you or me.

You think I obey out of fear, but it's because He deserves my loyalty.

They think I did it for the presents,

no, I did it just to lay within his presence.

He showed me love my pack could not provide.

They looked down on me and hounded me, inevitably casted me aside.

He took me in, washed away my sins,

cared for my soul as well as my hide.

So you can mock me all you wish to try.

Only in His command shall I confide.

I sacrificed my pride to lay at the shepherds side.

So you can keep your power and your freedom, I choose to love while I'm alive.

It was a simple mistake

to believe in their game.

Be the wolf or the sheep,

predator or prey.

But I choose to be the sheepdog while my shepherd is away.