Soul Surfer 389 16x20 Acrylics on Canvas by Cope

6x6 Oil by T L Cope

 

 

 

....... faces in my head

personalities,

they hold on to things,

ways .....

scratch and claw against time.

I am old only in my reflection

alone in a sea of millions.

It is hard to understand today

when tomorrow is already here ........

"Blue Madonnas" 16x20 Oil on Canvas by TL Cope;

 

 

Eyes strain

Wait, Just Wait,

Give dark a chance

This bone black death of light

Breath,

Let your sense switch from sight

Your vision now lies in touch 

It should be cool

but it's not

sweat drips like rain

hands grip familiar things

just waiting for a pinhole of light

it's coming to your rescue

soon

soon

 but first

ghost like shapes in blue

 madonnas dancing around the room

Like a religion, beliefs and faith

If you stand still

you are safe

your are saved

by those madonnas

Yes! 

Those Madonna's dancing around the room

 

Surfer Oil on Canvas 16x20 by Terrence L Cope August 7th, 2013

 

I pull out those memories of my time in the tempest, gathering strength from the wind and the waves, the ravaging time that has long since calmed and gentled to permanently grey in this fog that has settled on old aged hands still reaching for meaning of those wind tossed seas and the passing of faces ... long lost to shores and lapping of time, abrasive in the rolling of swells that long ago settled in my soul...and does not believe its own reflection ....

 

Long boarder" 16x20 Oil on Canvas .... day one "click to enlarge"

 

 

And in that life .....a surfer

Mastering the powers of the sea

But that was another life

before I was planted like a tree

 

 

 



"Parakeet" 16x20 Oil on canvas by T L Cope

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Motionless, shades of simple thoughts to guide our course

We look upon another to create our worth, simple thoughts

We look upon another to judge our deeds, simple thoughts 

And we stand beautiful naked, and we call ourselves colors

we call ourselves colors, and we call ourselves colors



Marker sketch inspiration from the head .... click to view larger image

In the war a battle rages high upon these empty pages to lay my soul up to the ages for fear my life's in vain ....

July 27 2013 "To Catch the Sun"

"To catch the sun" 16x20 Oil on Canvas by Terrence L Cope 2013

Deep within the shadow's grey
Webs we made prove strong today
I understand it though ....
comfortable ya' know?
nothing here to harm me anyway
the spider and me are old friends
She drains this life slowly'
It does not hurt anymore
Numb .... restrained
I find myself entertained,
recited lines of long dead actors
B-movie heroes
Cancelled sitcoms
free downloads
raped from some talented soul
that wanted to share in hopes to be fed
Self medicated by a cold dead light
TV screens paint the walls
While my soul dies without a fight
Sometimes in the dead of night
My palms reach out to hold the sun
my fingers they do seek your warmth
As through them passing time does spill
Tonight, tonight I will recall our dreams
Words we spoke
Promises and sound
Boats on the river
Bright Cathedrals
Horse drawn carriages
Sounded echo of old streets
One lone silhouette in the crowded city
Life was alight in my grasp
A sun burning hot that night
But I start to feel the web
A silken orb cradles familiar
Aged, old, its all I know
I miss you, forgive me
I cannot move
I cannot break free
I cannot catch the sun you see.






 

I still smell that night in the room of our father in a den made of opium, a bed of codeine

Naked and glowing from the light of the stars your silhouettes danced like puppets and demons

Yet you sat there starring like you could change the ending replaying that movie over and over

As I just sat there watching, my head in a rainbow, asleep in a cloud, knowing my mission was only to save you

Look! Look! Little brother I drew you a picture and if you look really closely, this light through my fingers will make you a donkey

What's wrong little brother can I not entertain you with great feats of magic to hang on the wall.

I saw you that morning and I didn't want to wake you as you lay on the floor looking so peaceful

But when you arise we'll talk little brother and we'll sing and we'll dance because there's always tomorrow.

 

 

A shallow glow radiates warmth to my face.

I love these moments and make every effort to hold tight.

Clouds that shadow cast a coolness of the coming seasons

But the sun still holds on, it's still too early, it's still early.

It's still to early so I grab the warmth like a soft blanket

To set at the corners of my thoughts, nicely folded

And I will pull this day out in the times to come
to brace against December winds.