Poet. Poetry by Edward A.G Wallace. Impromptu Art. A PLAYWRIGHT. AN ARTIST. Director. I AM A POET. CINEMATIC LITERATURE. Surrealist Novel. Sometimes I play a drum to stop the torture. My name is Edward A. G. Wallace I am a poet. I am a playwright. I am a true artist. Instagram account: eagwallace_108 Facebook- Edward G.Wallace
Honestly I’m at a hard time in my life and this was a lovely reminder to relax . We make such a big fuss, but how much of it matters in the end? How much do we really take home with us.
The last line is amazing! wow! I feel this. ... EDIT: FINALLY, RU-vid's algorythm is figuring out who I am and what I want to see haha! Thank you for posting this
That was very nicely done, because you let the words shine and move you; there was no unneeded music, scenery, or tricks to make people feel ‘entertained’. I saw YOU there, heard the words and smiled IN (inside of me, of course, the metaphorical understanding of the KOKORO). You brought ironic gestures and repetition of key words, so, how you used them was genius and insanity, simultaneously, like the Tao, because they, and everything else, are exactly the same, and it is extremely inventive. By the way, I created the ‘ghost rhyme’ effect. It is deliciously sumptuous and very unique. Ask me about it some time. So, how am I able to understand you so easily? Because, I am a poetess and authoress of over 35 books with a genius talent (when you have it, you just know. False humility is something I find sad and desperate; it's always just someone wanting to receive even MORE compliments. Me, I just say it as it is, and then I let it go, which shows a lesser ego). So, others lose their way at the start of their potentially artistic endeavors. But, we just have a natural gift (hint on that syntax, which is placed poetically to put the word ‘just’ in there for a desired effect that is jarring to those of us in the know. Multiple entendres abound). Who understands this? We do not want to be anything. We are those who just are (how’d you like that? Simple, Zen but incredibly difficult for those not reading BOOKS (using Kindles) and spending more than 20 minutes with any cell phone or internet/computer/video games, etc. so they can write with an eye towards reading back one’s palm, which is, as previously hinted, the same palm of the entire world. But, like you, I see a whole lot of misguided people. It's so difficult for most to understand what you were doing there. But, every few years someone does come along that understands the MUSE, and so, in secrecy, poetry keeps trudging along, brilliantly shining while the uninitiated ones throw mud and ignorance because they cannot do the art; so, the only thing they can think of is to try and destroy, and even burn, it all. Silver linings that aren't found just hint to the dreamer; but us, we get to our silver linings by the age of 4, at least in my case, and the silver lining isn't to be found! Instead, with us, WE are the silver lining. We carry it with us, and all negative comments directed our way should mostly promote empathy from us toward others. The strong ones do not hate; the strong ones win without ever throwing a punch, or using words that do not come from the MUSE. You did excellently and I wanted you to know that. ~ Danielle www.daniellesaintemarie.com
@@Shronkey_ I am not sure of who or what that question means, as in, what do you want to really know? If the question had been meant for me, I would just smile when asked that. I see myself in all green eyes. There really does seem to be something to that... But, to loosely paraphrase my late, bipolar level 1 father (who everyone thought was just an alcoholic. He was NEVER an alcoholic. Bipolar is found mostly in poets, and the drinking happens when they are not diagnosed properly, (bipolar is deeply associated with creativity) and often masks as alcoholism. We, that have it, try and quell our manic thinking with drink, until we learn a way to finally be able to drink and never get drunk again. I used to think, when I was young: "I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive, demonic, pseudocidal guiding light towards the Shadow, Self, and Ego, which has the full completion of divinity, or self-actualized action towards the arts and mind (the same way that my bipolar level 1 cycles continuously). I do this with no mission or plan; I am just simply being me. We're all imbued with the chaotic power of a finite and yet infinite, universe, and that realism is who we are; even the people out there who can’t think much in the way I do, well, they all have special skills that I do not possess either, and are often equally enlightened in different senses. But, it can be so nasty and brutal to try and find the real Self, that it can only be found in fantastical art and joy coupled with growing and accepting life just as it is! But, I once knew a southern mechanic who was dumber than a bag of bricks, but could fix any car like he was painting the Mona Lisa while upside down and blind! Engines, to him, were as intricate as any poetry. We all have individual talents; they are just different, that’s all. I realized prayer was unnecessary in vocalizations, and I learned to become a walking prayer, and now, all my prayers come true. My false prayers to some fake being, given to me by a terrible cult, which, through a great writer named Doyle, became Sherlock Holmes' greatest feat of undoing. So, 'I am human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.' But (and this part is me), 'Now I have grown into moments that I am not so willing to let go, or extrapolate from my youth anymore. I cannot forget them, but I am still on a race against them. I am trying to go forward on a stationary wheel…but fear not, because I am figuring out that wheel more, every single day. What will I be in the end? No one really knows…and so, everyone knows. Don’t you know? I am still exhausting through my books all of my understandings about our particular, quite alien lives. ALL my books tell my story, every single dot and character. So, what am I? I am the angriest, most brutal joy and also the most caring, loving woman you could ever meet. I embrace! I give poetry readings! I do literary readings! I do martial arts and I THINK constantly! My work is studied by groups in England, who get together weekly just to discuss my work. Somewhere, in Bali, a young woman’s grandmother asks her to read my poems to her everyday. She doesn’t even speak English, but it makes her feel calm! I engage Wal-Mart employees with empathy and if a job is done well, I go tell the manager. Too many people only speak up when they think the worker was rude, or whatever. I go, unprompted, ONLY when I have some glowing thing to say about another human (someone that is an extension of all of us. POSITIVITY first)!!! The internet has been slowly stripping away all human’s social abilities to interact face to face! You CANNOT get a HUG through the internet! But, then again, maybe everyone is always meeting everyone else in the UNIVERSE every 247 zeptoseconds, or faster, (currently not quantifiable). Disparaging remarks mixed with positive hugs and glowing smiles. Am I a demon? Yes, you bet I am. I’m a demon in how I use MY talents: I write to destroy whatever is lingering in one’s mind-whatever they believe, I offer another perspective. Am I a total sweetheart, making meals, doing housework, getting firewood chopped, and healing people naturally? Yes, I am that too. And, I see no difference between the demon and the sweetheart, but I understand how other people often think they are very different. So, maybe I am just that: a different perspective, guiding many to their own hearts. Further: Here is my old poetry channel on RU-vid: www.youtube.com/@DanielleSainteMarie And, I suggest that EVERYONE watch this poem video and FEEL it. LISTEN ACTIVELY! It is called ‘I Am Song’: ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-AxjnulfQU9A.html Goodbye, and thank you for everyone here! ~Danielle-Sainte-Marie
I'm enjoying these raw enigmas. Don't top doing them. Love this part: ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-wKdXACZl3iQ.html. I have a soul. Then silence, and the bird song.
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You asked me who I am. I've answered Yaldebaoth. I'm not sure if I'm just one. I don't know if I'm Sophia, Shekhinah, Artemis. The truth will reveal itself
it's a it's a new fashion a new style and all that yeah i always say looks can be deceiving it's like never judge a banana by a skin or an orange bites peel yeah it's a little bit in that question a little bit in that order so uh one never knows nobody knows who i am or anything else about me that uh they know too little about me and that that's best the less they know the safer i am you see i escaped from winston green prison and i landed here oh what a story yeah that's a good one it's the best you would ever have heard many years now it's time number one after present day you've never heard a story so good as this this is the best one on record this hasn't got a gas lighter you need one of those to spark it there's nothing here to spark it up you need to get one of these things that spark the ring before it comes and without that it doesn't work isn't that an electric one i guess one ah no i don't believe it's electric i believe it's one by gas
