Beware the Gambler; his cards fall like razor blades onto the faces of those who love him. His dice are bullets that slay his children;
grasping each other
like mirror images
Beware the Puritan, the man who sets boundaries which only he shall cross, alone and in secret in his room. How dare he call unclean that which liberates. His hypocrisy will damn him.
you have allowed me to see a future
one full of hope and without strife
as I proceed to unwrap the layers
the layers that had formed my life
I know this man so bent and damned
I see him every day
on every street across our land
his face so scorned and grey
and then the fight started
the earth it casts its thoughtful plan
on thoughtless plans derived by man
on earths dear air, sea and land
where man resides by God’s command
Hello my lovely RB friends
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These people we call friends.
You, to me, are such a one.
Photoshop has a huge laundry list of commands, most of which one may ignore to their hearts content.
My thanks to the Alternative Process Photography Group for featuring my work:
Shroud Of Lavender Mist
My dear and wonderful friend Snappy Dave, asked what thanks giving is. I then sent him some information on the holiday, which for those of us who are Canadian is tomorrow. Being from Ireland Snappy w…