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24.01.2022 Poem by T.D.M called: Vail of Third Eye Why do I feel this way, Why are my emotions king,... Why will it change the day, Why does it stop me sing. Always questions, Bullshit questions, Why can't the answers be, Why must I quest for vision without lies, For my true reality. The wind blows the change, The air carries the truth, My element is my key, Yet I jingle with a few. What's the point of my livin, Why does my care manifest, What's the truth inside my loving, Or am I diluted like the rest. I find a reason in the same excuse, I justify my positive thru my negative, My obsessions haven't changed, Cause I still see the bullshit win. My reasons are getting cloudy, I wish I could back it up to my drive, My terror is biting my energy, Thru the vail of 3rd eye. My 3 different points of view, Finally start to point the way, The past, the present, and future, Form my foundation of the day. I know I must keep focused, And believe in the positivity of life, My anger is not all my person, No more letting it deside, Good bye. Poem written and created by Timothy Douglas McLean 2012
23.01.2022 A poem by T.D.M called: Holds His Heart My mind is left drowning in the lake of memories, The current is pulling me deeper as I try to gasp for air.... I can’t even cry as I am surround by my tears, of alternate decisions that couldn’t change despair. The blue of the waters are gone, the memory of togetherness is gone, yet I am stuck here with a love in my heart I just want to burn away. The deeper the water the more darkness I can see, the light is gone from my surroundings, I feel l might drag my baby with me. Now my future is set in the stone that keeps me underneath, where I don’t see any moment for the next 16 years. I know I cannot swim in this, yet as a fighter I will always try, I keep wasting my energy and hold hope and pray I will survive. I see the shadow of the life raft screaming past with my love, Always circling around me thou always just out of touch, My honourable action is breaking my armour and my mask, As a mate controls the waters with a women who holds his heart. I have to stop my transformation back into the destroyer of all that’s flesh, This beast I know that’s pure anger and feeds off all who think the best. No rest for the wicked thou the wicked an’t got anything on T, I’ll keep myself drowning waiting for the end of eternity. Written by Timothy Douglas McLean
21.01.2022 A Poem by T.D.M called: Here is my Mind My life has been a journey, Thru the lessons learnt in life,... Where I denied my mental illness, And thought this was me, till I die. I thought I lost my mind, & didn't deserve a second chance, I thought no one would trust me, Or my family would not understand. I had to face my fears, & accept the pro's & con's of mind, How my thought process changes, From trauma to love. I lost some friends & family, Thru societies stigma machine, If they could only understand, Now I'm in control of my recovery. Written and created by Timothy Douglas McLean 2019
21.01.2022 Poem by T.D.M called: Mother Constant The distance to our star, or the speed of our earth, Fails in comparison, to the love of my Mum.... The battles of constant change, mixed in with emotional trauma, are blanketed by the warmth, of my Mothers constant care. The peak of all experience, the magic of a birth, the written words of my story, are carved in her name. I fled the anguish of suffering and tried to hide my face of shame, Comfort and care formed all around me with the air of 'its ok'. The flaws of my character, to which I use to demonise, where made to be a strength when viewed thru her eyes. My choices have laid my path, which is moulded in molten stone, no longer frightened as my Mother walks me thru, never alone. Love you Mum Written by Timothy Douglas McLean
21.01.2022 1st drawing of 2020.
19.01.2022 A poem called: ‘Who Has Been Silent’ I’m the glue that sticks us together, I am the keeper of the flame,... I am the acceptor of difference, I am the one where no judgement came. I’m the hammer to the nail, I am the accuser and accused, I am the one who has been silent, I am now roaring my point of view. I’m the one that matched the makers, I am the watchful and I’m the son, I am the father of the Goddess, I am the friend that hears you run. I’m the rock that can not be rolled, I am the wall to protect the soul, I am the joker and the breaker, I am the one who can mend or destroy. Written by Timothy Douglas McLean
19.01.2022 An artwork I created for an Autism group I was facilitating was published in our local times, thank you to Manning River Times for the publication.
18.01.2022 A Poem by T.D.M called: Walk Tall 2.0 Choices of my past, lay rest to open wounds,... The only thing or substance worth it, I use to sleep next to. My body will heal itself, thou it's convincing my mind to forget, To forget the pain, the shame, the blame, I've lost all of my outlets. I need the blood soaked wipe of the beat, to drum perfection in my life , No more pussy footing left of thinking, I must now walk the straightest line. Am I man enough to conquer moment, to not let the past defy the dream, To focus on what's gold to me, to find the way inside my being. These challenges I have to master, or die trying is my quest, I made my bed which I lay to rest, no more sleep until final test. I truly am what I am, becoming the challenge of a man, Taking substance from the sand, to craft like our creator. I am my own meaning of existence, I am a rock that will not roll, I am the air to fuel the fire, I am the wind that carries soul. I am the last person standing, I am the wall to which stands tall, I am the tree of shelter, I am the master of war. I am the facilitator of caring, I am the warrior on call, I am the alpha wolf and protector, Now drink the concrete Tim, Walk Tall. I walk Tall, I walk Tall, My feet are well planted, I'll never Fall. Written and created by Timothy Douglas McLean 2014
15.01.2022 Poem by T.D.M called: Ship Captain Without A Mate I lost the war of roses, my heart broken into 2,... No longer whole to feel the beating, it bleed out before I knew. I gave it all that I could muster, the blue petals of the soul, Mate this is the end of it, no longer solid it decomposed. Contemplating the future, as I turn the page to end, This story of a lover, no longer able can I mend. Others do I reach to, thou my grip is soft & weak, The strength I tried to hold with, like my stars now out of sync. I couldn’t hold the moment, cause as the brightest it did burn, I thought I caught a star, thou all I had was lost in words. No longer did my equation, fit the answer to my pain, This was the moment of an ending, that I fought without a shame. Goodbye my love once anchored, as I wipe my tears so lame, As I try to find a reason, in this Goddess I want to blame. Now I’m back to the pages, of my book I bound in blood, Sweat & tears my ink to write with, as I am taken by the flood. Will I ever deserve another, or is this cub my only grace, Time should heal the wounds, as my body aches to embrace. Rest In Peace my Pirate Queen, as I rest in the realm of fate, No longer do we sail, I’m ship captain without a mate. Poem written and created by Timothy Douglas McLean 2019
12.01.2022 Art is a way of life, away of making life more bearable, thou also it’s more important then that, it makes me continue to want to Live.
12.01.2022 A Poem by T.D.M called: The Death of a Nice Guy Strip away the trust and all the love that I gave, Burn away my feelings and blow them all away.... Break my heart into pieces that just only mended the other day, Learn to suck it up as Ive lost the trust in where she lay. Questions come flooding as I look at myself reflect, Was it the way I look, I speak, I act or was it because I'm a reject ? What did I do wrong because clearly it wasn't right, Loyalty and honour have now dissolved over night. Now I sit here in my cage not aloud to react, I sit with my thoughts of revenge and wonder where I'm at ? I truly thought I didn't have to worry or question the trust I gave, That's when it's used against you because all the nice guys died yesterday. Created by Timothy Douglas McLean
06.01.2022 A poem called: ‘Honoured To Be Your Man’ The wind did bring the change of something I never knew I could have, A warrior women full of love and kindness with a Mothers hand.... A strong and powerful presence that is more then anything I could dream, You manifested before me as God told me you where made for me. I didn’t think I was worthy to have such a Goddess in my life, Your everything I’ve ever wanted and more and you feel so right. My ying and yang is matched now and my house feels like a home, I have so much true love for you that it’s length is unknown. Words cannot describe the happiness I feel with you, I will always protect, care and love you no matter what we do. You truly are the embodiment of pure perfection, And I’m honoured to be your man, You excite me, move me, love me and you except me for who I am. By Timothy Douglas McLean
05.01.2022 Undercliff Winery, Gallery & Settlers Cottage
04.01.2022 Showing my Father and Child series @ the 37th Great Lakes Open Art Exhibition, I was amazed by all the amazing works and the variety of mediums used, thank you to G.L.A.S for the support
03.01.2022 Broken Leg 1 - Ink pen drawing on paper by T.D.M
03.01.2022 A Poem by T.D.M called: Not All Failed is a system that kills its own people, to power a world that's the root of all evil.... Hungry are the bastards that stand by the steeple, call us gods children and say that where equal. Soon will come the day When our planet will decay, and all that we've believed will go up in smoke and flames. Soon will come the time when our planets will aline, when what we love is dead and gone and The strongest will survive. When this moment happens who will hear the call ? Who will be the ones connected to the source ? Not All. Written by Timothy Douglas McLean
03.01.2022 Wollombi Sculpture in the Vineyards 2018 Catalogue of my Artist profile & prices.
03.01.2022 Poem by T.D.M called: Birds In The Sky Duality of feeling about these birds in the sky, I see one is graceful and pure as the others are wild and kind.... I watch them all take flight, soaring in their perfect way, All defying gravity and born beautiful in every way. I see their colours clear with open wings to soar thru skies, Yet I am a wolf with no feathers and can only watch them fly bye. I don’t want to bring one down because it’s nature is perfection met, I see her watch over her country side to make sure the seasons set. Some thrive on the chaotic weather as the other uses it to see her land, These birds I’m honoured to see as usually I scare them off the sands. I realise my pack has lost me yet it doesn’t bother my mind, Because I got a chance to see these beautiful birds in their element fly by. If only I could join in on this spectacle of flight, I would soar with one of the birds and glide on the air all night, Thou I wouldn’t understand her as I am a wolf in this life, Then I realise I was blessed to even have this bird in my sights. Poem written and created by Timothy Douglas McLean 2019
