GIVE ME BACK MY BROKEN DREAM

GIVE ME BACK MY BROKEN DREAM – The journey of hope rediscovered Prostitutes hope sex poetry

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POEM

Thief Prostitutes hope sex poetry

You corrupt deceiver in the night
Come when unseen
Promises of tomorrows delight
I heard your voice
I lost my sight
My flame extinguished
In your darkest dream
You promised light
You’ve come tomorrow
In the fears that I have seen

Thief

What have you done with my childhood dream
A world in peace and absence of lies
My neighbors care
There are no flies
I want my Love
This hunger deep within
Slept with lust and lost the art
To touch your wound and play my part
A lover with some tender dream
Died the death of a mortal
In your polluted stream

Thief

What of love
I now see your charm
You promised me a life of thrills
Without the payment plan
I learned heartless drills
Pleasures with no boundaries set
My appetite was naked
There for all to wet

Thief defeated

Worn out
There it was I wept
In the shadow of the valley of death
The tears of a wounded child had dried
An angel up on high had cried
My broken tears were heard above
The immortal sang his song of love
Mercy broke the thief’s domain
And there it was

A dove …..

I was born again

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THE STORY

This hurt as I wrote it. Human trafficking into a loveless profession is a diabolically dark deception. To contemplate the journey, the suffering, the abuse and loneliness in the madness of a loveless profession undid my emotional plug. It enticed me into tears of intercession. Prostitutes hope sex poetry

Inspiration for the artwork came from the pencil drawing I created many years ago.

The story embedded a deep impact on my heart in the rainstorm. At the traffic lights, in a red-light district, a question arose, “What troubles are secretly hungered for by those meshed in this lifestyle?”

The emotional journey led me in and out of my past. The heartache from broken promises, out of control lust, fear of being rejected, and little respect for the opposite sex stimulated a memory full of lies.

I discovered the tears of someone’s daughter. The broken world I never understood.

Included in this artwork:

A photo collage of torrential rain on my car windscreen, two girls photographed on a park bench, a handmade pottery bowl and the photo of a dove from Brian’s rule of doves. The images I photographed in Auckland City, Snells Beach, and Warkworth.

A Pleasure:

When you consider sex you must agree, it’s the most powerful, attractive, beautiful and intimate experience known by man, unless your conscience has been contaminated.

The pleasure of sex with love is an emotional, physical, biological, psychological and spiritual experience topped only by one other passion. The intimacy of God’s presence. The author of all that is good points us to such pleasure. Lived within His guidelines, this wonder will be protected. The security of this trust and intimacy is a mystery to many who have experienced violations of the sexual act. I and many of my friends know this intimately.

There is no doubt, deep pleasure, for a season outside of these boundaries, is also fraught with pain. In the dark halls of favors for income, bestiality, rape, masturbation, all the darkness of human pleasure-seeking without boundaries bring shame into our conscious being.

These pleasures without moral boundaries cannot bring peace and security we deeply crave to be a fulfilled person. When sex is coerced or forced it is a violation of good. Trust is broken, innocence lost and shame overwhelms the darkness of secrecy in the damage. Attending frustrations in the trapped lifestyle seems insurmountable.

Treasures and promises are made but peace never comes. Where is prince charming?

Separation from reality is a dark road of secret loneliness. Only the person who feels trapped truly understands.

A sense of shame:

Initially, the sense of shame overwhelms the darkness of secrecy and appealing physical pleasure. The damage had started. All attending frustrations ensnared a wish to live in a lifestyle lacking peace and the trust hungered for.

Perpetuated without peace is the long road of lonely darkness. Philosophies trying to cover or justify the pain abound but truth shouts loudly, conscience has been seared.

Only an honest person trapped in the cycle truly understands. A person rescued from the cycle has wisdom and understanding echoing life in the joys of newfound freedom.

This is their story and I write it for them. A story of deception and deliverance.

 

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STATUS and MATERIALS

25 LIMITED EDITIONS “ACRYLIC ENHANCED” CANVAS REPRODUCTIONS
Please ask about price and sizes.

75 LIMITED EDITIONS CANVAS REPRODUCTIONS * 
Unframed sizes | 960 x short side – $1150  |  650 x short side – $925
Printed on long-life archival canvas and protected with two coats of UV archival protection spray.
* Stretch mounted reproductions will incur added charges for mounting and freight.

OPEN EDITION POSTER ART PRINTS * 
Unframed sizes | 594 x short side – $145  |  420 x short side – $95
* Posters printed on fine art papers and treated with two coats of UV archival protection spray.

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PROCESS

Multiple images photographed with a Canon 5D and 7D, color enhanced digital illustration created on an iMac in Photoshop CC. Printed on fine-weave, primed canvas for long life integrity. Stretch mounted proud and protected with UV varnish.

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FASHION and PRODUCTS

Images from “Give Me Back My Broken Dream” is planned to be exhibited on Women’s Fashions through Vida and multiple product lines at Fine Art America

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SHIPPING

• Includes insurance and package/handling fees.
• The Original and Limited Edition reproductions ship with the Provenance coded Authentication of Sale Certificate and maintenance information.
• Poster art prints ship in insured tubes.

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