I enjoyed doing the herring-bone pattern, so I decided to use it again for this new picture.
Little fingers touching me to the bone, tiny shiver
of the thing that is unknown to my fluttering heart,
a flash of anguish causes nothing but solitary tears and a lip quiver.
I feel the sordid torrent…
These days it seems so inescapable, I feel changed, so blatant, so vulgarly obtuse.
Sticking to a group of hundreds of people who I wished not to be, unwittingly; slowly
I hate this…
I get distracted easily and one of those distractions is Redbubble. Another distraction is, “let’s make myself a cup of tea and check my emails”.
shut up you
of the renegade
locks into the next
so the world,
even if inverted,
Bear in mind when you’re painting a landscape that whichever blue you have selected as the base colour for your sky should be used for mixing the majority of your greens.
as soon as it was born it was branded
a cage fight
with the pathologically insane running the banking system
already behind the cronyism the structure
the dead people vs the price of gas
on another chart
Dimension: 11”X14” stretch bar canvas
Medium: Windsor & Newton Oils
New Castle, July 4, 1878
or a hundred years the pulse of time
Has throbbed for Liberty;
For a hundred years the grand old…
I hate it when I don’t hear the ball bounce
something carries me away
to the music
the march with muscles
maybe its crazy to clutch stones
with a spirit
that is unaccountable
Despair! Where art thou, oh Manual of Style?
Humph. Should a’ went with the semaphores.
when I was five I wondered
why I was alive
long before I was wounded
the clocks could move at random
dragging out the boredom
while smiles turned instantly to dust
secrets stayed secrets
The Taliban had stopped kite flying and in my opinion they did this to keep the community from gathering and having fun and joining together
I hope with all my heart that someday soon all of your struggles will be recognized and you will no longer be missing, no longer be a “Battle Casualty”.
Thank you Pres.Obama for wrenching the words of the Bible out of context
my gun is mentally ill
it believes its a fire alarm
I am not sure you could hear that
indeed a gun show is not a big frontal lobe
I was just quoting
the light of day is in control
As I lay here wallowing in the self-pity & lassitude, children of pain
I became more and more agitated as the moments passed
I read a poem by Anne Carson from Glass, Irony, & God_, picked anoth…