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A Blank Expression and A Wrinkled Hoodie by DrSerVonMoosenberg A Blank Expression and A Wrinkled Hoodie :icondrservonmoosenberg:DrSerVonMoosenberg 1 0
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Coming To Fruition [ReEdit]
The mesmerizing view of a sky that resembles the bleeding an open wound, starts flooding into the skyline as it just as quickly infects our dying atmosphere. Birthing new life into an unfathomable spectrum of multi-colored lights, which effortlessly blend together, creating eye-dazzling hues that had never before been witnessed by mortal eyes. Visually being a breathtaking sight that embodies a heart like that of an artist’s paintbrush; possessing an energy that freely dances across the never-ending horizon. Drawing many different shapes and figures as it swiftly glides by, graciously tantalizing us with a want to see more of it’s lucrative dance, to which leaves those watching baffled in a state of amazed awe.
Collectively, every living creature comes to the same realization of an underlying truth; one of which projects all levels of consciousness out beyond our previously limited comprehension, all while illuminating the vastness of worlds unknown. This truth having been
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Good Morning, Beautiful
When your eyes opened for the first time today, when they were still heavy from sleep, being not quite yet able to focus in completely but just able enough to recognize the light of morning; did you notice how graciously the rays streamed in through your windows like a waterfall, filling the whole room with it's warmth. Did you notice how they gently kissed your skin? Or how much they danced, weaving back and forth through the strands of your hair? Did you notice how weightlessly crisp the air felt when you inhaled your first conscious breath of a new day? Or how it poured quickly into your lungs and left just the same? Did you notice how it's chill frosted up around your windows, transforming all that was seen into blurred smears of unidentifiable shapes and figures? When you woke up this morning, when the world still possessed a reinforced stillness that birthed an echoing silence, creating feelings of oneness and love that could be only compared to the idea of God; did you notice?
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Coming To Fruition
The mesmerizing view of a sky that resembles the bleeding an open wound, starts flooding into the skyline as it just as quickly infects our dying atmosphere. Birthing new life into an unfathomable spectrum of multi-colored lights, which effortlessly blend together, creating eye-dazzling hues that had never before been witnessed by mortal eyes. Visually being a breathtaking sight that embodies a heart like that of an artist’s paintbrush; possessing an energy that freely dances across the never-ending horizon. Drawing many different shapes and figures as it swiftly glides by, graciously tantalizing us with a want of seeing more to it’s lucrative dancing which leaves those watching baffled and in a state of amazed awe.
Collectively, every living creature comes to the same realization of an underlying truth; one of which projects all levels of consciousness out beyond our previously limited comprehension, all while illuminating the vastness of worlds unknown. This truth having
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Stardust and Sun Rays
Her skin is as soft as fleece, resembling the color of carmel. Her hair is silky smooth,  straight as pins, and smells like an August rain. Her eyes are a deep ocean blue, containing worlds of their own within each glassy, reflective sphere. Her soul, beautiful and free, is fragile like porcelain yet strong like concrete and burns brightly with an ember red glow. Her heart is big enough to love the world over, beats harder than a Jackhammer, and pulses to the rhythm of her own drum. Though her smile, rarely real or even seen, radiates a sense of happiness that fills a room, and is perfect in everyway imaginable.
To you, she may just be another face in the crowd. Blending in with the many faces that seem to weave in and out of our existence. But to me, she represents a force to be reckoned with, being a keeper of truth, and embodies a true beauty that leaves those lucky enough to witness it in awe. To me, she is the closest thing to God.
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A Blank Expression and A Wrinkled Hoodie
Don't judge my arms. They are mine. I think the wrinkles look good though. And the hair. But, I'm most proud of my wrinkles.
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Smoking From Inside An Outline
Just a scribble thing I drew of myself. I've actually been drawing a lot of myself lately. Not sure if it's because I'm vain or just the only thing I can draw.
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The mesmerizing view of a sky that resembles the bleeding an open wound, starts flooding into the skyline as it just as quickly infects our dying atmosphere. Birthing new life into an unfathomable spectrum of multi-colored lights, which effortlessly blend together, creating eye-dazzling hues that had never before been witnessed by mortal eyes. Visually being a breathtaking sight that embodies a heart like that of an artist’s paintbrush; possessing an energy that freely dances across the never-ending horizon. Drawing many different shapes and figures as it swiftly glides by, graciously tantalizing us with a want to see more of it’s lucrative dance, to which leaves those watching baffled in a state of amazed awe.
Collectively, every living creature comes to the same realization of an underlying truth; one of which projects all levels of consciousness out beyond our previously limited comprehension, all while illuminating the vastness of worlds unknown. This truth having been hidden within ourselves since before conception, but only obtainable after the awareness of this spiritual awakening. Causing pure and absolute clarity to be injected into our newly reformed minds. A clarity that seeps deep into a soul, conducts an entire populous to gaze upward towards the erupting sky above. Letting the experience envelope them in feelings that could only be described as nothing less than a magnificent pallet of virtuously overwhelming oneness, or as an enchanting ballad which depicts a love that could only be expressed by the soft loving hands of a forgiving Goddess.
Together, all life being of a connected mentality, all who is consciously living begins stretching their aching arms out, slowly dragging filthy beaten hands that for so long held on tightly to paralyzing fears. Fears which must be left behind for the chance to progress beyond the comforts of the familiar. Now,  possessing hands opened wide, with fingers that spread out as far as they can manage, we all instantaneously perform the birth of the first universally understood sign of a shared longing for a newly found sense of self and the need for truth that can only be gained from a collected knowledge of individual truths. For after one has discovered the secrets of an absolute truth, it can never be taken away, frayed, or become faltered in meaning. So, being bestowed with this newly reformed way of believing and an enhanced sense of knowing; we become beacons of light for those whose faith is fleeting; we become symbols of hope for those whose internal flames once burned bright, now fades to a dimly flickering glow that goes unnoticed, we become the empowering force used to revive the harmony of those who not that long ago were masters of their domain, but now wonder around aimlessly, without direction or a sense of purpose.
Though, having obtained this heightened perspective of spiritual consciousness and becoming the product of re-envisioned beliefs of personal spiritual awareness, the memories of our former lives still echo throughout the darker recesses of the mind. Permanently staining our memories like red wine on a white dress, imprisoning demons from yesterday’s past inside our consciousness till the end of all time. Those demons being the soul reminder of an old nightmarish way of living; being the single remaining remnant of an egotistically ruled way of thinking, which is only taught with an unjustified wrath in which is directed towards a world forgotten; the teaching of a hatred that can only be learned from a child’s need for emulating, unknowingly accepting this behavior for being righteous in nature and being under the impression that their values and ideas are wholesome, when really they’ve been unfairly misinformed by those who they had no choice but to trust. Demons that are unwillingly yet quite wisely kept for the hauntingly painful remembrance of a lust that was originally fabricated to enslave other souls to a materialistic world, in turn instilling a gluttonous need to gain more. An unquenchable greed that stems from an envy inherited, being blindly passed down to the next generation from our parent’s parents, as well as their planted misguided sense of pride in ourselves and the non-stop growth in a falsely formed sense of security that’s found within the title of ownership over possessions. All to which enabled an acceptance for sloth like behaviors that took precedence over the idea of one’s integrity.
Coming To Fruition [ReEdit]
I've been thinking about this a lot and I re-read it just as much. When I first wrote this it wasn't everything I wanted it to be and since then I've edited it here and there a couple times and it's starting to read how I meant it to be. At least, to me. But, isn't that the point of art anyway?
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Once trust is lost, it'll be hard work to regain it. Having to go through an uphill battle to prove you can be trusted. But if there isn't a chance for compromise, then why should someone waste their energy just to be held at arms length?
Imagine a hallway that is empty. There are no windows nor doors that lead anywhere besides the one you came in through. Knowing this, what would be the use in searching for another way out when you could just turn around? There wouldn't be a point in it.
I guess I'm kinda just left feeling like no matter what I do, it'll never be enough for you to let the past be the past without you still holding it against me. Honestly, I'm starting to feel that maybe you aren't worth my trust or even my friendship anymore. Maybe we have drifted to far apart to where that bridge has been burned completely with no chance of rebuilding.
I forgave you for leaving me at my darkest hour. For leaving me to find my own way back. But I haven't forgotten. All I can say now is I'm glad things worked out the way they have. Especially since I know for a fact that I would've gone through even the harshest Hell with you just to help pick you back up. No matter the cost to myself. It just kinda hurts when I trusted you when you said you'd do that for me as well. But it was like being stabbed in the chest when I learned the truth. The truth being that you either weren't strong enough or that you didn't care enough to do the same for me.
If you ever read this I hope you realize all of what you gave up and that my trust in you as a friend, as person, has been lost. And I don't think I will ever want to revive it because that is exactly what you gave me when I thought there could have still been a remnant of who we used to be. With theses words, I'm letting go of the idea and I'm moving on without you.
When your eyes opened for the first time today, when they were still heavy from sleep, being not quite yet able to focus in completely but just able enough to recognize the light of morning; did you notice how graciously the rays streamed in through your windows like a waterfall, filling the whole room with it's warmth. Did you notice how they gently kissed your skin? Or how much they danced, weaving back and forth through the strands of your hair? Did you notice how weightlessly crisp the air felt when you inhaled your first conscious breath of a new day? Or how it poured quickly into your lungs and left just the same? Did you notice how it's chill frosted up around your windows, transforming all that was seen into blurred smears of unidentifiable shapes and figures? When you woke up this morning, when the world still possessed a reinforced stillness that birthed an echoing silence, creating feelings of oneness and love that could be only compared to the idea of God; did you notice?
Good Morning, Beautiful
I wrote this kinda as it was happening. It was cold, the sun was just coming up over the hill outside my window, the frost on its sill was melting, and I was inspired. Though, I did write it about 2 weeks ago, I figured I'd post it now. Better late than never I suppose.
Just another thing to add to my personal stack of words.
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Once trust is lost, it'll be hard work to regain it. Having to go through an uphill battle to prove you can be trusted. But if there isn't a chance for compromise, then why should someone waste their energy just to be held at arms length?
Imagine a hallway that is empty. There are no windows nor doors that lead anywhere besides the one you came in through. Knowing this, what would be the use in searching for another way out when you could just turn around? There wouldn't be a point in it.
I guess I'm kinda just left feeling like no matter what I do, it'll never be enough for you to let the past be the past without you still holding it against me. Honestly, I'm starting to feel that maybe you aren't worth my trust or even my friendship anymore. Maybe we have drifted to far apart to where that bridge has been burned completely with no chance of rebuilding.
I forgave you for leaving me at my darkest hour. For leaving me to find my own way back. But I haven't forgotten. All I can say now is I'm glad things worked out the way they have. Especially since I know for a fact that I would've gone through even the harshest Hell with you just to help pick you back up. No matter the cost to myself. It just kinda hurts when I trusted you when you said you'd do that for me as well. But it was like being stabbed in the chest when I learned the truth. The truth being that you either weren't strong enough or that you didn't care enough to do the same for me.
If you ever read this I hope you realize all of what you gave up and that my trust in you as a friend, as person, has been lost. And I don't think I will ever want to revive it because that is exactly what you gave me when I thought there could have still been a remnant of who we used to be. With theses words, I'm letting go of the idea and I'm moving on without you.

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Brent Horling
Artist | Hobbyist | Traditional Art
United States
My art doesn't define who you are. It's the tool I use to reveal myself to myself. What I create is of my own creation for I am a creator. This has nothing to do with you and will continue to do just that. I am a free spirit, who is usually lost in free thought. I tend to play my own game for the game everyone else is playing wasn't for me. This bio is either artistic or just simply dumb. But, that is truly for me to decide for it is mine. Just like my art.
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