"Logged Off 'Wood Art' Treasure" --by RusticWoodArt

  • Advertise with us
Blog entry by frank posted 10-08-2007 03:57 AM 1148 reads 0 times favorited 10 comments Add to Favorites Watch

Logged Off ‘Wood Art’ Treasure

....silent and screaming at all of now,
i went far from those who tried to define me,
after all since i am my own definition,
why should i let other’s impose their stories upon me….

—-and over time i came to realize the need for being more,
more about being about my own artistic relevance to capturing art,
art is the purpose of style that co-inhabits with who i am,
played out after staying up for ages inside my head….

—-in history’s play upon the screen of terra life,
some called me names so as to give a boost after what had been,
and in the has been there arose a more mature beast,
to carry on through dark ages as if the art became the ages….

—-should i become what they said was the proper way to act,
as prophet-wisecracker-demon-god-seeker-hermit-misfit-infit,
and all around the lines of communication got much more corrupt,
corrupted visions-dreams-sculpture-art all got lost within the swirling turmoil….

—-till one day i realized that i had become the image of their definition,
and what i gave as art was all-ready society acceptable,
i who thought it was i who had interpreted my visions,
was shocked to find that i was only the creation of a laughing round table discussion….

—-i had called my art work gifts of instilled life,
packages of dreams that i sold for a pocket-full of change,
and now i saw that all was my living a lie of altered dimensions,
while i was the played out actor on a stage that danced to an all-ready critiqued review….

—-imagine my surprise while playing my part of artisan joker,
and the entourage of ‘comic cosmetic cosmic hucksters’ that followed me around,
when out of the blue the dark ages mirror was shattered before my face,
and i stood naked as a king who had no-kingdom before which to serve….

....tis better now since i broke that mirror that hid my face,
from before the awaking light that soon tumbled in upon eyes that had been blinded,
and so what that few understood what i was trying to say,
since in the finding of seeing eyesight i have taken the ages to darken my image
—from Artisan Joker; by flp

Some will wonder as to where I often get those pieces that I use for beholden ‘wood art’....

....some come my my own woods, some are given to me by other’s who have a taste for what I see. And then yes, often in my journeys to out-bound lands, I will get of the beaten track and on a moments notice, turn my truck off the well traveled road and head into the ruts and gravel of dirt roods. This is especially true and this happens even more often in the years of late, since I have become an escapist of time. So it should surprise none that know me, when I tell of a secret garden of treasured wood that I found this last weekend while my wife and I were out driving up north.

I will leave the position of where I found this one at as un-disclosed, since who knows but that I may want to return some-time. I find and keep notes of these all-over the country….and have often found very good finds from when I go into populated cities. Knowing where to look is not so much of importance, as knowing what to see when one sees. An-other factor that plays of much importance here is also, being of the type of character that pays no-attention to time….or let me say it this way; ”being able to dump time and create eternal moments of now!

When I leave that well traveled road and head into the ruts of dirt, it is the chase that gathers me and calls me to come away. I have went miles and miles into terrain that remains long after I am gone and often as at this site, I will be climbing only one way….up.

So after about thirty minutes of climb here is where the road ended, at this pile of logged off ‘wood art’ treasure….and to my way of seeing, this is a wooded pile of ‘wood art’. While my wife went off and followed a stream of clear running water, I started rooting around to make a find….and yes I did find one piece that called my name, for which I give thanks that I heard that call, from sometime ago down, down on that road below….

....well here’s the woodpile….

....and when I looked up behind to focus in, here is what I saw….

....turning around my eyes gasped and drank godlike at creation before mine eyes….

Thank you.

” smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”

-- --frank, NH,

10 comments so far

View bryano's profile


546 posts in 3931 days

#1 posted 10-08-2007 04:28 AM

Hi Frank. I believe we all like and apreciate your writing pieces. Please keep them comeing.

-- bryano

View shaun's profile


360 posts in 3903 days

#2 posted 10-08-2007 12:59 PM

Good Morning Frank – I may not comment on all your posts but I do read them. I appreciate the chance to see the world through your eyes.

-- I've cut that board three times and it's still too short!

View jockmike2's profile


10635 posts in 4244 days

#3 posted 10-08-2007 03:16 PM

Same here ole friend, I may not respond to all your writtings but I do read them too. You are blessed to live in Gods beauty and splendor that he’s given us all, if we stop to look. I’m blessed too, here in Michigan, to have some of that same splendor. All we have to do is look and give him thanks. mike

-- (You just have to please the man in the Mirror) Mike from Michigan -

View frank's profile


1492 posts in 4204 days

#4 posted 10-08-2007 03:28 PM

Hello Bryano….Shaun….Mike and all other’s;
—-thanks for your words here!

I would also mention….thanks to all who come and read here!

Whether you come to read and comment or after reading have no-comment, all are welcome to come. I have learned over a lifetime of writing for my-self and then came my initiation into the world of blogging some years ago, that what and why I write, cannot be because of the number of readings or comments that are daily recorded, but I write because what I have inside, will not stay inside, but seeks to find a way out. Whether I give my writings into cyberspace or on paper for some future book….I write….I write and I write.

Still I will say thanks since in some part of me there, is that portion of my spirit that welcomes to know that other’s are reading, commenting and then there is all-ways the one, that you connect to with words and that is what it’s all about….

Thank you.

-- --frank, NH,

View Mark's profile


316 posts in 4131 days

#5 posted 10-08-2007 03:40 PM

It is always a pleasure to accompany you on your excursions. Thanks.


-- Mark

View RobS's profile


1334 posts in 4304 days

#6 posted 10-08-2007 04:16 PM

Wow, that’s some wood pile, I can see lots of potential in that picture. Thanks for sharing.

-- Rob (A) Waxahachie,TX

View Dick, & Barb Cain's profile

Dick, & Barb Cain

8693 posts in 4297 days

#7 posted 10-08-2007 04:33 PM

Hi Frank,
Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I wonder how many gigabytes of words you have stored in that head of yours.
”It’s phenomenal.”

-- -** You are never to old to set another goal or to dream a new dream ****************** Dick, & Barb Cain, Hibbing, MN.

View oscorner's profile


4563 posts in 4309 days

#8 posted 10-08-2007 08:04 PM

Thanks for sharing the beautiful views.

-- Jesus is Lord!

View Dadoo's profile


1789 posts in 3988 days

#9 posted 10-08-2007 08:13 PM

“There’s no place like home.”

-- Bob Vila would be so proud of you!

View frank's profile


1492 posts in 4204 days

#10 posted 10-09-2007 01:06 PM

To all….;
—-and many thanks to all, for your great words….!

-- --frank, NH,

Have your say...

You must be signed in to post the comments.

DISCLAIMER: Any posts on LJ are posted by individuals acting in their own right and do not necessarily reflect the views of LJ. LJ will not be held liable for the actions of any user.

Latest Projects | Latest Blog Entries | Latest Forum Topics