TheBistrianFamily
Out of the slums of Communism to the Glories of Democracy
"Nostalgia”
So many words, so many tears
So many loves, so many years
And though I feel you, you’re no there
Just be with me, be anywhere
Be in my soul, be in my skin
The door is open just come in
I need you now, I need you here
Dispel my solitude, my fear
I need to feel your touch once more
To hear your whispers like before
Those endless nights nights I spend just I
Pensive on how those days went by
Some fast, some short, some bright, some new
Some melancholic but so few
"Nightmare"
I woke up to the culture that prostituted itself to the edge of crying mortality
Awaiting an Apocalyptic redemption to awaken their lost souls
Trapped in misery and disturbed by the Prophets,
Afflicted and tormented by their lasciviousness and foaming at the mouth for fast pleasure,
For a quick fix, a one night stand or anything to soothe their reckless souls,
Tormented individuals mocking anything moral,
Disgracing their makers,
Encouraging the idolatry of self and resisting sanity.
“Long live the revolution, murder authority and behead the king and his queen”.
Inhumane humanist planting seeds in young seeds,
Brood of vipers infecting every spectrum of society,
Declaring God is dead while Lucifer welcomes them into Hades.
Confused intellects who call themselves elites,
They bathe shamelessly in naked pride and their haughty sin is an incurable cancer.
Degenerates; “This is Life”, they say as they puff the pipe,
As they snort another line,
As they promote themselves,
As they deceive the multitudes,
Kill innocent babies, starve the hungry, burn the churches, and steal from the poor.
Drunk on greed they’ve sold their souls…
"Thinking of Her"
I think of her as if I am gone but only for a moment. One last kiss, one more hug, one more I love you and one more glance at her gentle smile as we glide apart like petals from a rose. It must be just a dream I think as I am trying to deny the reality that tonight I’ll be without her.
Suddenly when reality hits my mind without mercy, that moment seems forever.
I’m silent in my solitude of sadness.
That last “ I love you” still echoes in the walls of my soul; the last glance of her slender body of a mermaid, her sad and unsatisfied smile full of warmth replays inside my mind like a romance movie.
I wait desperately for her as if she is only running late. I wait for her infinite tender kisses which would revive my solitude, her love that electrifies my whole body and the fulfillment of endless times spent in silence just staring at her beauty.
But yet you are so far away from me. I’m lost in a world of sadness and anguish.
Oh how I long to inhale the presence of my loved one. To see the deep stillness in her eyes like a sea with no waves. To see her face so peaceful and vulnerable like that of a newborn baby.
As I glance at memories of her beauty my imagination is provoked all the more to madness, to know that I cannot hold her in my arms this hour. My soul is full of an immense disturbance erupting into a sad rage.
Then, suddenly I realize, though this moment seems forever, this forever is not eternity. I find satisfaction in the fact that she is mine, mine alone. I know that she is thinking of me, clinging to me as if to never let go.
I think of her… I feel her love soaring on the sad wind whispering speechless songs of romance.
Her love is never absent from me and my love is stronger in her absence.
Her silent absence…
Our theme at the
In the last century and especially in the most recent years this powerful force, we call art, has been hijacked from what it was initially intended to do and is now doing the exact opposite. Art was intended to reflect the beauty and truth of its creator; instead, it has become so twisted and perverted that it is corrupting and plaguing our society with more abominations than we can fathom.
Art, in its many forms throughout the world, has been used to propagate evil agendas to a malformed culture of darkness. We see it in music, in dance, in painting, photography, cinema, poetry, etc... What was once intended to bring life now brings death, and our youth are insatiably craving more and more of this filth. In order for our generation to change course, we must realize that art is in urgent need of redemption.
God, who is the “Master Artist” and the Creator of all things, used His imagination and ingenuity in creating the beautiful forms, textures, colors, shapes, and lines when He designed this magnificent planet we live on, and the universe all around us. Everything has its own origin which is in God the Creator. Everything has a purpose and functions in an order that displays the harmony of divine art. This universe is nothing less than a glorious painting of the Master Artist Himself. As children of the Artist we are to express this beauty and truth, not out of obligation, but out of love. Out of the love that we have for God and our neighbor. We are to have the willingness to share the beauty and truth we have come to know with everyone else so that they can get a glimpse of our experience and share in our joy.
We are not to use our creativity to create an art that is cheap, tawdry, shallow and lacking in substance. This is where our motives come into question. Do we have pure motives or have our motives become defiled? Is my art an act of love to glorify the Master Artist or is it an act of lust for power and fame to glorify self? This generations' music, poetry and paintings are not those of Handel’s, Blake’s or van Gogh’s that will transcend centuries and still be worth listening to, reading and seeing years later.
Who will want to listen Kanye West “Drunk and Hot Girls” or Fergie’s, “My Humps” ten years from now? What aboout smearing ones excrement on a canvas and calling that art, or worse yet, some degenerate like Paris Hilton prostituting herself on camera and calling that photography? How low have we descended? Is there any hope? I don’t know, but there sure is a lot of work, if we want to see a change…the work is weeping, praying, and repenting for our generations’ iniquities…the work begins now. Please join me and millions around the world as we try to make a positive influence in our communities, in our cities and in our countries.
By: Samuel Bistrian