BORN AGAIN mixed media edition on canvas with original hand-embellishments by the artist (limited edition size of 333 with 33 artist’s proofs)
BORN AGAIN My scarred hands pained my marked life To grit a fist was to pry the last of my will to spill an ounce of energy That I had not the muscle left to make And not the thirst left for life So instead of death, I slept Slept one day Another And I slept away three more days Slept away the results of my ill-fated ways Of a lost life Down a wrong turn Within an unwanted world Beneath the filtered sky of an unnamed day I twitched to my fists locked tightly fit To be born again to the whispering hints Of a forgotten lost time From a buried lost past Wakeful to the reasoning chill of an altered state My feet bleed to the earth Of an altered fate And as my eyes cry to ignite of unscratched light I know now that I will live a new life So while spite that I write with the hands Of an unknown man I feel like a child in-flight to an untouched future at hand I feel like I am alive Once again