Grow The Patina

Grow The Patina

|haiku|Aaron Blakeley

Grow the patina - Haiku and Web Comic - Aaron Blakeley

Rust grows it covers metal as time and oxygen combine of the surface of an object. The best metals only get a patina. Marriage is like that time and life causes a patina to grow. Hair grays, the story progresses and a true commitment gets deeper. Two people as the patina the crystalline structure of their rust intertwine and they are forever stuck together. Stuck in the best ways.

From The Spring

From The Spring

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

From The Spring - Aaron Blakeley - Webcomic - Hiaku

This is it the place that I think sometimes we touch but don’t very often. That point no matter where you are, no matter what boring grind or terrible situation you find yourself in; your eyes are opened and you see the indelible mark of the infinite on the finite and see just how we are all connected by a common narrative. Also who doesn’t like a haiku?

All Those Hands

All Those Hands

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

All Those Hands - Aaron Blakeley - Web Comic

Creativity tends to come when sadness and depression are present. We see that in so many different artists. We experience the fruits of such realities and the suicides that crush our perceptions. However, we are made to worship something. Man will worship! We find the depth of our depravity when we worship each other in our own filth and failures. I choose to have creativity be exalting and uplifting bathing in the light and truth.

Behold The Light

Toothpaste!

|Toothpaste!|Aaron Blakeley

Behold The Light - Web Comic Aaron Blakeley

Toothpaste! I came across this little beauty after my children had gone off to school. At first I was perturbed but then I thought… At least I have children to bless me with such problems. So remember to behold the light; The Way, The Truth and The Light. There needs to be a frame of mind change. One that looks towards the truth and not just what bothers us.

Fostering Is Me

Maybe...

|A Softer World|Aaron Blakeley

Fostering Is Me - Web Comic Aaron Blakeley - Copy Right 2017 - 2/14/2017

Been thinking a lot about how fostering has caused me to see more and more of myself. When you deal with trauma from outside forces you have to deal with any baggage you might be carrying. You also have to deal with any baggage that you might be taking on. Also a quick shout out to A Softer World for being inspiring and pushing my art forward.

Category: Web Comic

Son of Mine I Know – Poem By Aaron Blakeley

Son of Mine I Know – Poem By Aaron Blakeley

|Fatherhood|Aaron Blakeley

Have been working with my kids a lot on manners but this applies to so much more. With foster or adoptive kids sometimes they come with so many things troubling them. I have see a child go from wild animal to troubled human to maybe one-day well-balanced adult. I have also been reading quite a bit of Shel Silverstein and thought that adding some artwork other than pictures to the poems and posts might be nice. Son of Mine I know Your manners are atrocious Son of mine you seem to know There’s food on your shirt And your furs grotesque You tear your food Son of mine you know Using your teeth like tusks You grunt and you groan ...

Stuck Eggs and Cheese

Stuck Eggs and Cheese

|poem|Aaron Blakeley

Stuck Egg and Cheese Featured Image - Poem By Aaron Blakeley

Synopsis I do a lot of dishes being a foster parent of a varying amount of kids can be difficult. Sometimes after dealing with meltdowns, homework, managing their chores and making sure we have fun I like to settle down to a nice large pile of dishes that need to be hand washed. Obviously, that is a lie, I would rather read, watch T.V., sleep or rock quietly in the corner and weep softly. I always try to remember that beyond this daily grind that some days seeks to turn me into a fine dust, there is an eternal purpose. That the dishes that I am about to wash, the stuff that they are made of is created just like me. ...

Category: poem, Poetry, Worship

What Is Real Treasure

What Is Real Treasure

|poem|Aaron Blakeley

What is Real Treasure - Poem Aaron Blakeley

Around the proverbial campfire Fueled by the thermal decay of culture and civilization The sky was dark, and the stars turned lazily Cold and deep as the void. Is it the void? Two humans sit you and me Huddled together for warmth Greedy, hungry the fire sustains us Warm and bright like withering innocence Is it youth? You and I discuss values Under a blanket that is priceless Us made of the very same material as everything Science only can discover our frame Is it knowledge? We are together though we mostly despise We love to expel words against each other Walls made of only mouths Not a single ear Is it people? On this proverbial campout With our cosmic ...

Category: poem, Poetry