Western United States Artists and Photographers

You promised me forever
This promise to me you gave.
Now I am yours forever,
Buried in an unmarked grave. . .

Only this chance for love.
Only this chance to live.
Only this moment.
Only now.

Time.

Every afternoon
Beneath the pear tree
…
Ernesto enjoyed
A cigar

It was my best dive
Young man non-distinct
I won my prize
Crowded city beach

You go to your parties and say
Who gives a f__k.

When final taps are sounded,And we lay aside life’s career.

For shame the drugs.

" Pull up those pants " . He was known to to walk around with a little more rear cleavage that we all wanted to see .

Live and let live. .
Always trying to give. . .
As the karma of living
Revolves around giving

You are like a lost soul searching
Never really knowing where to look.
Or even knowing what you need.
Your life is an old, sad book.

The results weren’t 100% but they came up from only a few couples when there was no prayer going on for them to over 60% with the intercession of the prayer groups!

Step 1:
Acquire an empty wine box (or if you dare empty it yourself or better yet with Hoalohas)

Step 2:
Slice box to desired shape (probably can get 3 maybe 4 frames depending on width and shape)

_{for ev}…

I have gone, gone afar away
On the forehead memories
Blindness shine below eyelids
Misguided years and the cities
Somewhere beginning of alley
Let I feelings and faces
Departed now last train
The love in so…

soul, poem, childhood, child, old, new, age, debt, heritage

Proud Mother of a Fire Explorer; Bringing more boys into explore the possibilites of becoming a fire fighter

Come home to me my children
I am so lonely now.
I crave your sweet attention
Any time that you will allow.

This site isn’t what it use to be! You may not see me on here anymore. Like it even matters.

She caught herself this morning,
Cursing at herself.
She said you’re ugly, you’re so fat,
She said I hate myself.