Gerald Mills's Blog
January 18, 2018
Paper Lilies & Porcelain Butterflies
As speech was made a presence into your mouth. Black birds were brought to an enduring existence.
Their dark bodies ascending your trachea in written lines.
Each rising up from the belly of you,
crying of some adulation.
_Gerald Mills
Their dark bodies ascending your trachea in written lines.
Each rising up from the belly of you,
crying of some adulation.
_Gerald Mills
Published on January 18, 2018 09:35
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black-birds, book, love, poetry, read
January 16, 2018
Winters Evergreen
Conifers blanched neath the season's coat,
shroud the path that none did come
The tepid bodies press nigh the way,
descending not where the hoarfrost stray
I bid them part to see me through,
that I would peer beyond this winter's dew
–Gerald Mills
shroud the path that none did come
The tepid bodies press nigh the way,
descending not where the hoarfrost stray
I bid them part to see me through,
that I would peer beyond this winter's dew
–Gerald Mills
January 15, 2018
MORNING ROSE
Feasting eyes eat the petals pondered momentum.
Its brief tantrum of stagnant bloom strung in viscid dew.
What migrant pearls trace the showered bud.
What eyes beguiled its poetry.
The petiole hums baptism beneath the dawn.
What arms now flail their nigh benediction.
_Gerald Mills
Its brief tantrum of stagnant bloom strung in viscid dew.
What migrant pearls trace the showered bud.
What eyes beguiled its poetry.
The petiole hums baptism beneath the dawn.
What arms now flail their nigh benediction.
_Gerald Mills
November 8, 2016
July 30, 2016
Take a chance, and SUCEED
We tend to give up on our dreams, or simply stop dreaming because we come to a point in life where we think its not possible, or that it is too much to do 'to achieve or overcome. There is truly no dream that is too big! it is only too big when we don't allow ourselves to truly own it and take it all in as possible.
We cannot allow our dreams to get away from us, because when that happens another person is likely to come along and snatch your dream which was too big and make it their own.
What we suspect as being too large or too much for us, someone else will take it, run with it, make it a reality and then say "it was too small", and now they will want to dream bigger and achieve more from that dream which appeared too big to you.
Remember that dream began with you, but you never truly owned it. Grab ahold of your dreams, own them and realize them. make it your reality!
We cannot allow our dreams to get away from us, because when that happens another person is likely to come along and snatch your dream which was too big and make it their own.
What we suspect as being too large or too much for us, someone else will take it, run with it, make it a reality and then say "it was too small", and now they will want to dream bigger and achieve more from that dream which appeared too big to you.
Remember that dream began with you, but you never truly owned it. Grab ahold of your dreams, own them and realize them. make it your reality!
August 26, 2015
MEET THE AUTHOR
MEET THE AUTHOR/
Euclid Public Library/
Sept 17,2015 7:00pm-8:00pm
631 E222nd St Euclid,Oh 44123
www.geraldmills.com
I will be discussing my book "The Decadent Lie", and also touch a bit on the second book in the works. I will also discuss a bit of my art and concepts. There will be questions and ideas swapped. There will be refreshments.
Thank you for your support.
GM
Euclid Public Library/
Sept 17,2015 7:00pm-8:00pm
631 E222nd St Euclid,Oh 44123
www.geraldmills.com
I will be discussing my book "The Decadent Lie", and also touch a bit on the second book in the works. I will also discuss a bit of my art and concepts. There will be questions and ideas swapped. There will be refreshments.
Thank you for your support.
GM
Published on August 26, 2015 11:31
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August 20, 2015
The Creation of Art
What is art? and what is your resposibility in its creation? Is art the simple creation of something from nothing? An imaginative whim brought to life in the hands of a skilled artist or by some other fanciful means?
Art is a representation of who we are as a society, as a people. It transcends generations and economic standings. It is life, it is a doorway to the past and a window to the future. Art allows us to describe the undescriable, to encapsulate moments which are but for a time in existence.
Art in iteself is a living, breathing entity. It is the embodiment of an unseen dream, spoken from the indomitable soul of humanity. It is given weight to stand in the materialized world by humanities vision. An idea, a conjecture of thought allowed to take on breath and life of its own.
Our civilization has been made and rediscovered through the art of our present and the art of our past, from ancestors, clans, villages and far beyond. Yet there is art still waiting to be found, to be discovered, to be invented and given its place on the stage of human appreciation. It has been a difiner in the making of our world and the worlds view of its own make up and everyday understanding.
As we create life, there is art involved in its creation. From the creating to the created it is an aesthetically beautiful process. As we cultivate the land, gardening, farming, industrializing or some other form of creative means, which does not destroy the lands natural beauty. There is art taking place in the restructuring.
We are required to take care of the art we create, we have a responsibility to ensure its survival for generations to come. In this we will be known, we will be remembered, we will be understood. In this we will be able to pass on a piece of ourselves to the future caretakers of our world, to those who would wonder of the past and its beauty. Let us create and care for our creations. Art is a continuous wonder, it is apart of all that we do. A cycle of enigma and beauty.
Art and creation are synonymous.
We are Art, who are artist, creating art.
Art is a representation of who we are as a society, as a people. It transcends generations and economic standings. It is life, it is a doorway to the past and a window to the future. Art allows us to describe the undescriable, to encapsulate moments which are but for a time in existence.
Art in iteself is a living, breathing entity. It is the embodiment of an unseen dream, spoken from the indomitable soul of humanity. It is given weight to stand in the materialized world by humanities vision. An idea, a conjecture of thought allowed to take on breath and life of its own.
Our civilization has been made and rediscovered through the art of our present and the art of our past, from ancestors, clans, villages and far beyond. Yet there is art still waiting to be found, to be discovered, to be invented and given its place on the stage of human appreciation. It has been a difiner in the making of our world and the worlds view of its own make up and everyday understanding.
As we create life, there is art involved in its creation. From the creating to the created it is an aesthetically beautiful process. As we cultivate the land, gardening, farming, industrializing or some other form of creative means, which does not destroy the lands natural beauty. There is art taking place in the restructuring.
We are required to take care of the art we create, we have a responsibility to ensure its survival for generations to come. In this we will be known, we will be remembered, we will be understood. In this we will be able to pass on a piece of ourselves to the future caretakers of our world, to those who would wonder of the past and its beauty. Let us create and care for our creations. Art is a continuous wonder, it is apart of all that we do. A cycle of enigma and beauty.
Art and creation are synonymous.
We are Art, who are artist, creating art.
Published on August 20, 2015 09:37


