Oft times we sit, quiet, trying to stop time's passing. Our eyes close to treasure lost moments as if that one deep breath will make it all clear. We attempt to still our hearts .... our minds.... those random thoughts that collide, out of control, seem only to smash against some wall. We, with all our might, seek the stillness of the air, yet the questions still rise and the sun still sets and the answers never come.

"Self - mutilation" 18x14 Acrylic on britol by Terrence L Cope 

A line
Drawn
Staring back
Taunts me

As if laughing
It owns me,
It sits on piece of white paper

White fucking paper ,

Bright  
White
Paper

 Just a line
Dark, black, charcoal
Burnt wood
A beginning,
Stopped
As if to reflect my life
It Stands alone
On this stupid page
Like some "imagined" importance
By itself,
Going nowhere
A block ........

A LINE

Life is the program, you are the programer

Life is the program, you are the programer

Life is the program, you are the programer

Life is the program, you are the programer

Life is the program, you are the programer

Life is the program, you are the programer

Life is the program, you are the programer

Life is the program, you are the programer

Write the program .....................corrupted

"Flying Tiger" 18x24 Pencil on Paper by TL Cope. Click for larger image

Cold morning air, motors spit fire through the velvet smoke, propellers turn
Painted warrior, a chariot awaits your rise, she's been up for hours now
Wood splintered, canvas torn roundel, you silohette against the sun
As bullet rips the flesh, blood flows in fire and oil stains the glass
Black smoke, rich and burnt, lifeless, dances to the ground
Its dark spiral pirouettes in the winds, anguish cries carry then fade
Scented letters tied in ribbon under silken scarved tattered skies
It was simple then, it did not end with this life, this war,

Today, I am not so sure.

"Nude - white and reds" January 2010 Graphite, Ink and Acrylic by TL Cope.

"Second Light"   20x24 Acrylic Painting by TL Cope. Click for larger image

The sand always shifts on the East Coast
Outside looks good here, the paddle out looks rough
Yeah! Let's try here ..... do you have any wax?

Impressions locked in colors residing in a moment

I open up my palette to  paint a pretty picture

To tell you how I see you in a very special way

Lost in crayon colors no one will ever know

I’ve built this shrine, this temple; you’re how my garden grows.   

Standing in awe of what lay before,

Staring thru cloudless skies and the infinite,

I, So small once measured?
What size am I once pass this horizon?
Do I exist at the edge of the universe?

Thrown across the wind like a storm,

Measured like dust on a breeze,

Tattered like the flag abandoned,

Lost like the rain in the sea.

Mine eyes have seen the poetry,

Of a moment that ne’er returned,

Wonder upon wonders in a swatch,

To be played out countless times,

In distant lands, stars and galaxies,

Witnessed and not by someone or thing,

Through many thoughts and dreams,
Trapped alone, in flesh and bone
My mind sets out to play,

Growing lost and insignificant,

In the calling of this day.

Bathed in white light, I could barely trace the outline

There you stood, pristine, motionless and eternal

I walk up to you with that look, happy, confused, scared

A million scenerios, like the stars in the sky, flash before me

The white halo of the streetlamp, the cold grey of wet concrete

The hollow sounds of the city at night

I take your hand, to perceive a smile, some sign of approval.....

"Girl in white shirt" 2010 16x20 Acrylic on canvas by Terrence L Cope

I have a favorite spot

It's where I put my favorite box

And inside this favorite box

Are all my favorite things

A favorite stub from long ago

Of my favorite picture show

A ticket to a baseball game

Marble, coin, some metal chain

Matchbook cover, a sketch I drew

This photo from a day with you