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You worked on Princess Moanoke?

I did. Here's an article by Steve Alpert, from Studio Ghibli, talking about some of what I did...

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Heavy

There are days when it gets really heavy.There is a weight on your chest and you don't know why. Is your heart too full or too empty?Are you overcome by emotions?Or is the nothingness inside you so full, that the air outside is crushing you?

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The world would have me learn from the great. You see, voices of hope, are oft used as bait. Yet as our eyes, navigate the lies, Told in hopes of clearer minds, Reality dawns through the hearts in disguise. And now that chaos has made a home,  Destiny unchecked creates new rhymes. Through the bellows of the mind, I hear whispers for the need of a smile.  So darling, keep that smile on your face. 🙃 . . . Picture credits @palaksoubhri #smile #2020learnings #girlsgottabecreepy #joker #smileonthatface #creepon #poetry #writersofinstagram #create #poetsofinstagram #writetocreate #ogpoem (at The Entertainment Store) https://www.instagram.com/p/CL6IBlHguYo/?igshid=scrbdf76y87p

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" I wish I could be

Like a bird in the sky

How sweet it would be

If I found I could fly"

- Nina Simone (I wish I knew how it would feel to be free)

Sketch no. 7 as a part of sketch a day series.

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Unsent Letters #2

Cariño,

Reality is a myth of convenience.

I prefer to dwell in lies

My truth,

but lies for them.

_

Having lived only one narrative,

They are afraid to see another way.

In their hearts their reality

Is the only truth they believe.

_

If I open my heart

And bare it to you

The only truth,

You will see

is the one momentarily.

Here. Now.

This emotion, this need.

_

So let us lie,

In the travesty of the heart.

Unhinged, for the blind

Free, for the unburdened minds.

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Don't ask me to share the burden

of a broken heart.

To bare the weight hidden

Behind a seamless smile.

Let this fleeting joy

be my gilded cage.

Let me cherish the beauty

Of a soul locked in.

Protected from the anxiety

Of a lost love.

His, mine and that

Which I had for myself.

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The looking glass

Can you see me clearly now?

Cause i can't see myself

My hair is done,

My nails polished

Not a flaw 

No wound to tend.

-

Yet when I look into your eyes

What I see isn't me, but lies.

Who is faking I cannot tell,

The farce reflecting

what the heart pretends?

The heart believing

the show doesn’t end?

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A version for tumblr that can be read without opening a new tab, since plenty of people would scroll past this story otherwise.

source: Zen Pencils

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Today feels like an important day,

No, today must be an important day!

Importance brings in the motivation

To get up, and dance a slow dance with pythons

Bring some drama to the mundane.

-

A remembrance of lies, that's what it is!

The he said, she said

The promises made up in my head

Lies you tell yourself to survive

To like

To love

To be alive

To be awake in this dreadful strife.

-

Are you though?

Are your eyes bright as the day?

Can you feel the blood rushing to your head?

 Do you feel amazed at creation’s cage?

-

Maybe today, let's make it important

To will survival into a life,

To will dreams to reality

To be alive. 

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Unsent Letters 1

Dear Lover, 

Apologies in advance. 

It is not my intention to pull you 

into such emotional challenges, 

to shift the battle of pleasure

inward, towards your heart.

Rather, it is my own 

I turn outward.

For you to know, 

for me to understand.

After all, we've never been one for words

At least when we're together. 

_

Like our illicit affair,

This stays between us.

No voyeurs, no friends

No feelings from your end.

My aching heart making excuses

Even though my head refuses.

Aye, I love your touch,

your ways, your works 

your words, your lust.  

_

Your scent entices me closer

But your soul reels me in. 

I am your occasional treat,

a craving to be satiated. 

Yet you, my favourite food,  

are a recipe, owned by another.  

There was a time, 

I could have said,

"Be mine instead, and stay."

Now, those words 

just seem impossible to say. 

_

For us to play 

Would slay our souls

An excess we crave 

Would take its toll.  

So begone,

Or 'lets be friends'. 

Let me love you more, mi Amor

for leaving me again. 

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A steel cold sword pierced her soul,

as she heard ger love decline.

He was too tired to love her that night,

To tell her he was her own.

Tears fromed at the edge of her eyes, 

She knew it was her fault. 

She had tried to tell him how she felt, 

But her thoughts could form no words.

Her heart slumbered as lonely she, 

Tried to console herself,

There was always hope for tomorrow,

Maybe she could tell him then 

____

She wasn’t trying to shut him out,

She wanted to give him her soul.

It was her need to let him know, 

How much she loved his hold.

But her thoughts never did form the words,

Her love was waiting to hear.

The words of love  and eternity,

They would make it clear.

She tried to show it in each kiss,

How he blessed her life each day,

In each touch, in each smile,

She prayed he’d forever stay.

____

She loved the stories he told her at night,

Sang him a lullaby of dreams.

She tried to tell him how wanted she felt,

How he’d free’d her of herself.

Yet her thoughts could never form those words,

that tell the tale of a heart and soul.

How her searching, wandering soul,

Had fallen for his heart.

Sudden fear overtook her,

As she was hit by a spasm of guilt.

Did he not love her now?

Had she driven him away?

The ‘maybes‘ filled her mind again,

Pitting reason against herself.

His heart was pure unlike her soul,

He would not jest her love.

____

Pearls were not what fell from her eyes,

These were frequent visitors to her soul.

Yet she could not tell her love she cried,

She could not pain him more.

There she stood between two evils,

The bitter truth and the cheating lie.

One would ache, the other shatter

Each would claim their pain. 

____

Life was so simple before she loved,

White lies, half truths didn’t seem unfair. 

Give what you want didn’t seem that important,

Love, was resolved a fairytale.

She prayed that night for his heart and her soul,

For an understanding beyond words.

And then hoping for a better tomorrow,

She closed her damp and misty eyes,

She thought of love with forlorn desire

as she cried herself to sleep. 

.

.

.

(P.S. Really old poem, written by an untainted heart. I guess sometimes we go back to know ourselves better today. Somethings hold true, others change like clouds in the wind.)

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Incomplete Ramblings (Love)

How do I write about love

When there's only dust left behind?

A mist created in my mind.

Yes, it glimmers in the light.

The darkness, however

Brings the inner workings of my plight.

-

Sometimes I dream,

And tell myself, I will change one day.

The colours will bring life to greys

And I could know black and white again.

Someday things will be fine

When love comes to stay.

-

When love comes to stay,

There will be flowers.

In our hearts, and our words,

As we meet each other's gaze

Iris's will bloom, and smiles

Will light the fires in our eyes.

-

When love comes to stay,

We will dance.

To songs of the hopeless heart,

With laughter as the beat.

Even strife will be a waltz

To be welcomed with open arms.

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Conversations (1)

Do you see me now? 

Cos I can’t see myself

My soul-strings, gather dust,

unplayed, untouched.

Could you maybe, just feel them once? 

I wonder what song it was, 

that kept me alive both in and out.

Was it a melody or just a beat in my head?

I can’t blame a a technician to not know music. 

I do wish you’d tried to strum once before you set me down. 

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Peace in pieces

I wish I could write something beautiful. Something as beautiful as this song I’m listening to right now - engulfed in peace. 

Maybe if I try hard enough, the clanging of drums from my typewriter, will key into the sweet chimes of a melody. Maybe they will blend and create a song. 

That’s what life is, isn’t it? 

A battlecry as beautiful as the song of the siren. 

Onward, ye march soldier! That way is peace they say... 

Yet, peace seems to evade those who search for it.

Others lost in the reveries of darkness make it theirs. 

Accepting the dark and the light and the grey. They accept it all for Peace. 

Some question how many things you can accept before you lose yourself. 

I would like to curate my pieces of light and dark, create a universe of grey.  Unfortunately choice has never been an element in Peace. 

And that sacrifice of choice,  the acknowledgment of limit is peace.

So shush now. Stop Thinking. Just do. 

P.S. Thank you for the music Takashi Kokubo!

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Everything is noise.

A constant drum beaten with no rhythm.

A chord struck off the progression.

Attempts to destroy the silent sanctum of my mind.

My head hurts.

I can feel something growing inside me.

A voice, an uproar, a commotion in my spirit.

The voices magnify.

It doesn't matter what they're saying

All I want is silence.

Peace, where are you?

If I carve out the noise,

Take a knife and slice out the cries,

Will I find you?

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Good bye little girl, your time has come. 

Shed the burdens of yore. 

This feeling of dread is tangled with freedom. 

The tears you thought were sorrow, 

was respite of a prison break. 

Unshackled, It is time to fly.

Break out of your cocoon,

Spread your wings

Young woman, know

your limits go past the sky.