Face to Face

Good-Bye By Tyrone Woodward

2012-02-28T14:24:00.000-08:00

I was sitting in my room
When the thought walked through
The door
It sat down next to me and introduced
Itself as the answer to all my problems
After we had finished talking it handed
Me a package saying that inside it I would
Find the peace and serenity I had for so long been searching for
At first I was afraid but then the thought
Became so persistent I could nolonger refuse
Good-Bye

Do Colors Make Sounds? By Tyrone Woodward

2012-02-28T10:33:00.000-08:00

Hey Baby! I thouht I'd drop you a line
In case you haven't noticed I've been gone for two months or more
I'm the woman you said you loved not just some drug store whore
So whatever your doing, just stop and turn your music down
I want you to know I'm writing from the maturnity ward
Where your son last night was born
Since I've got your attendtion have you noticed that I'm writing in crayon?
How some of the words are in blue and some of them brown?
I've got a question for you before you put this letter down
I just want to know

Do colors make sounds?

As I lay in this warm and well lit place
I can clearly see the dum look on your face
And it leads me to ask you with your head held down
If I throw red and yellow pant on a canvas
Would they just lie there then run to the ground?
Or would they be heard like my next words

Do colors make sounds?

In other words when orange and purple clash
Do they make sounds?
For instance does black make the sound of two cars crashing?
And is white the sound of a hourse in full stride?
And will it be the sound I'll make when I become your bride?
And does brown make the sound that makes me want to run and hide?
I'm asking

Do colors make sounds?

Baby is green the color of a new beginning?
And is that the color I'll see in the sky
As I ride on a plan back to your arms with your son in mine?
Or will I be the one lost in the rainbow as you walk away like Clark Gable?
To spread your seed and enpragnate another
Or are you the man who's gonna really love me?
Then all our colors run together again and another be born as I surrender?
Tell me now

Do colors make sounds?

Well, I've got to go, your boy wants to eat
Just remember I told you I'll be back in a week
If you don't have an aswer yet, then I think I do
By the sound of your son I think it's true
Yes

Colors make sounds, colors make sounds, colors make sounds

I'm Gone By Tyrone Woodward

2012-02-28T08:15:00.000-08:00

I picked up the phone but refused to deal
Some how I feel it's my only way out
To never return would be the best thing for me
She hirt me so much as she can see
I'm left all alone with no wear to go
And now I feel I must let her know

I'm Gone, I'm Gone, I'm Gone

At first she said we'd always be together
She came in from the cold and the December wheather
She made me feel complete again and again
Now the only thing I can say to win in the end is that

I'm Gone, I'm Gone, I'm Gone

What I can't believe now that we've parted
Is how she could change and be so dishearting
Maybe that's what makes this love continue to burn
For within my heart there's a hirt that I didn't earn
So I must let her fly like a bird
Just let her go without saying a word
Somehow she'll know when I don't return
I'd really like to see her face when she feels this burn
On the second she knows

I'm Gone, I'm Gone, I'm Gone

She don't know why I'm leaving or what to do
Rigth now she ani't even got a clue
That in the morning I'll be starting a new
Being in this relationship has took it's told
This whole hook up is starting to mold
What I can't understand as I take out my parting list
Is how and why she could be so heartlist
As I look at her picture and remember our first kiss
If things go right she won't need a plan
Cause God made sure to leave her on demand
And for her I've done all that I can so

I'm Gone, I'm Gone, I'm Gone

2012-01-17T07:07:00.001-08:00

January in the Art Studio

2012-01-17T06:53:00.000-08:00

New paintings will soon be on display....we are having great fun with some clay that Bob from the Abington Friends Meeting has donated . We are sculpting and creating small masterpieces - thanks bob!

Fall Art Retrospective on display now at Cedars House

2011-11-09T05:53:00.000-08:00

Check out an eclectic collection of art by artists from the Open Art Studio!

The collection is on display NOW and for the rest of November at the lovely Cedars House cafe, located at the entrance to Forbidden Drive at Northwestern Avenue in Chestnut Hill. The display reflects the diverse community of artists from the open art studio and is offering the artists great exposure in the larger community.

So go grab a cup of coffee and get inspired at Cedars House!

I Hear Footsteps By Tyrone Woodward

2011-11-08T08:35:00.000-08:00

I hear footsteps coming closer
I hear footsteps coming closer
Can it be my mind, doing it one more time?
It is my baby, or my sister Sadie?
Is it you Lord?
Coming closer
You see lately
I can't sleep at night
Just me and my needle
With my belt tied tight
And I hear footsteps
Coming closer I hear
My face filled with sweat
As I suck in my need
As I try not to think
Of the death and decide
That has brought me this thing
That keeps me alive
As I float on a cloud
In the heavenly sky
And I hear footsteps
Coming closer
I hear footsteps
Coming closer
Is it you Lord?
Coming closer
Is it my brother Fred?
That they shot in the head
Is it the man in the paper?
Pulling another caper
Is it a warning?
Coming early this morning
It is you Lord?
Coming closer
I hear footsteps
Coming closer
I hear footsteps
Coming closer
Coming closer
Coming closer
Coming closer

Don't Let Nobody Stop You By Tyrone Woodward

2011-11-08T08:18:00.000-08:00

If you wanna be something, hey don't nobody stop you
If there's a will, hey there's got to be a way
So where ever you are, listen to every word I say
And if you wanna be something, hey don't let anybody stop you
I know there's people out there yah, trying hard to make it
And the people before them, hey just couldn't take it
But if you wanna be a doctor, lawyer, hey I know you can make it
I say there's people out there yah that don't want you to make it
And the problems they give you yah, you just gotta take it
Cause if you're not strong, they'll keep you down
They'll change your mind and steal you blind
They'll call you names, but don't pay it no mind
Cause if you wanna be something, hey
Don't let nobody stop you
I know times will get hard when you'll have to cry
But that desire inside don't let it die
Cause if you wanna be something
Got damn, don't let nobody stop you
Hey brother, don't let nobody stop you
Listen sister, don't let nobody stop you, hey, hey, hey, don't let nobody...

Can"t Stop Love By Tyrone Woodward

2011-10-18T07:20:00.000-07:00

This is a story about a black and white couple that started their relationship at a very young age. Rosie was four and Sonny was five and for the last time their parents told them not to play together anymore. So they stayed locked up in the house for one whole year and they both thought they'd never see each other again.

But after that year, it was time for them to start school and learn what they could of the golden rule. They had both been to church and Sunday school and had already learned to be kind to one another and they couldn't understand why their friendship would bother their fathers and mothers.

For it would be school that would bring them back together and for years they'd be friends under their parents radar, in fact it was Sonny who drove Rosie to the prom in his brand new car. After meeting her one mile away from where their parents would see them, they felt safe.

And as the last months went by, they both got their diplomas. Sonny was the first to become a new owner. So it was really a surprised when he came back to visit his parents with his new wife and Sonny Jr. His parent's eyes looked of shock to see Rosie with Sonny as they backed up, bowled down and decided to surrender.

Welcome!! See what our artists are up to.

2011-10-04T20:31:00.000-07:00