Brokenhearted

ßanksy|Love Hurts (Wounded Heart Balloon) | 2013| Mural

Love Hurts, also known as Wounded Heart Balloon, has appeared outside of the print release during Banksy’s New York residency. The mural was seen in Brooklyn.

The motif of the Love Hurts balloon has been used at various times in multiple formats.

“New York calls to graffiti writers like a dirty old lighthouse. We all want to prove ourselves here.” – Banksy
artofbanksy-mmtour-us.com

Brokenhearted

You break through with hope
know the band-aids hold
no room entered remains dark

with a mighty hand
and an outstretched arm
blessed are the brokenhearted

Stacy Sweeney

You Breathe the Stars

2//22/2022

John Singer Sargent
1856-1925
Venetian Onion Seller
Oil on canvas
Thyssen-Bornemisza Museum
Madrid | Spain

\/\/ide open doors
twice I am yours
once when you made me
twice when you paid for me

take one look at this Passion
all pales in comParison
I’m selling glass for diamonds
for silver and gold have I none

I breathe the dark
you breathe the stars
those words you spoke
and it was so

there’s a lot I do not know
and what I know it’s all good
yes, it’s all good, good. good, good,
good, good, very good
good, good, very good

yes, it’s all good, good. good, good,
good, good, very good
good, good, very good
and I said I am twice yours

wide open doors
twice I am yours
once when you made me
twice when you paid for me

I found the pearl of great price
he don’t want my sacrifice
I’m desperate for his riches
I’m desperate for replenishment

I breathe the dark
you breathe the stars
a thousand days
you save the world

there’s a lot I do not know
and what I know it’s all good
yes, it’s all good, good. good, good,
good, good, very good
good, good, very good

yes, it’s all good, good. good, good,
good, good, very good
good, good, very good
and he said you are twice mine

§tacy §weeney

One Heaven

Sorolla | Fisherwomen on the Beach

We will only make it together
We will only make it together
We will only make it together
We will only make it together

It may look like I’m forgotten
but I’m forgiven by you
It may look like I’m forgotten
but I’m forgiven by you
It may look like I’m forgotten
but I’m forgiven by you
It may look like I’m forgotten
but I’m forgiven by you

There is only one heaven
There is only one heaven
There is only one heaven
There is only one heaven

Stacy Sweeney

Mighty Intelligence

Whistler | Caprice in Purple and Gold: The Golden Screen
1864
Oil on board 50.2 x 68.7 cms | 19 3/4 x 27 ins
Freer Gallery of Art | Washington | United States

“And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.”
— John 17:3

Mighty Intelligence

I wonder who designed all this
the brilliant people in all the €arth
I wonder who designed all this
the cattle on a thousand hills

and oh, I saw your will
you rose above
let’s talk it over
this barricade to love

I wonder who designed all this
the turning leaves in the fall
a Mighty Intelligence
working in and through all

with the unseen source
contact will be made
a thousand years to heal
our race will not fade

and oh, the places we will go
my eyes are holding

I know the one true God
the grandeur of the skies
I know the One he sent
the constant of sunrise

If there again I never lived
part of me would always be there —
in the €arth.
§tacy§weeney

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Headstone

 

Headstone
 Like walking in a cemetery, I don’t need a headstone to remember you by, I pass through the panic peaks of weather, the wind is dropping down now to only a whisper, I need to go outside and stay, until I put myself together, where the air out there is free, for me, my reality is unraveling, and all I have are a dead man’s clothes to wear, I know I’m a fool but I can’t help it, everything I touch ends up terrible, I need to go outside and stay, until I put myself together, where the air out there is free, for me, I’m afraid I interrupted something, although Graveyard talk is one-sided, the work I do can be done with My eyes shut, We sure pick a funny place to hide, I need to go outside and stay, until I put myself together, where the air out there is free, for me, if I give this up then you’ll know, it was over my dead body, I keep coming back for more, because I live as though dying
— §tacy §weeney

 

Everlasting

 

Sargent | Roses

Everlasting

I will fill my flask
with new wine at last
blessed is he who keeps his garments

You have loved us with
everlasting love
and preserved us with your covenant

Your arms are Everlasting
Ever to Everlasting
Ever to Everlasting

§tacy §weeney

Ever to Everlasting

Sargent | Landscape with Rose Trellis

Ever to Everlasting

In your name I pray
we turn in the way
to your secret place and dwell

I will serve you, Lord
here on €arth and there
in the place you have prepared

Your arms are Everlasting
Ever to Everlasting
Ever to Everlasting

§tacy §weeney