Mark Wade

I make photographic art in many forms....without adherence to any philosophical tyranny. Love to paint, mixed media 2D pieces at my leisure. Still working on some pieces that have evolved over a period of years. Art for me is not on the clock (mostly). Sites that do not show up with GRAVATAR for some reason: FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/bluemarblearts/ Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/markus43 REDBUBBLE: https://www.redbubble.com/people/markus43/shop PRINTS: https://bluemarblephotography.smugmug.com/

Standing

on November 2, 2018November 2, 2018 By Mark Wade

We all stand for some things
We all stand for something

If we look hard enough
Long enough
With sincerity

We will find

Something to stand for
Some things to stand for

Yet all is worthless
If we are not standing together

Mists of Peace

on November 1, 2018November 1, 2018 By Mark Wade

Mists of Peace

Cresting the ridge
Our valley now exposed
Morning sun broke free
From its chains

Illuminating the moon
The brief friendship
Destined mathematically
Exploding flashes of grandeur

Calm befell the valley
The mists of peace
Had prevailed
Captured willingly
By the hearts of all
In her presence

I know we can do better

A Moment’s Notice

on October 31, 2018October 31, 2018 By Mark Wade

It was a dream
Was it not?
Or, perhaps the mind slipping
Into wishes and whims

Consciousness
On every side
Questioning
Reality

Transformed,
I floated away
With the wind
Unencumbered,
Fearless.

Three Y’s, Birds

on October 30, 2018October 30, 2018 By Mark Wade

A bird in the hand
Could be messy
But still
Better than two in the bush

Three birds
In a tree
Is a hat trick
Although
I’m not sure when
Or where the hat came in
To do his part

We Have No Autumn

on October 29, 2018October 29, 2018 By Mark Wade

More than ever
When men act like animals
Looking to stifle love.
Trying to stamp out peace…
Anything with beauty.
Those who stand tall behind the bullet
Behind the cloak of hatred
Whose end is useless
Having never once
Fed a poor soul
Or stooped to calm a crying child

Out of love
Out of love
They are forever lacking
Dying in their own waste
Never
Never
Have ever
Made anything better