I’m standing on the chair , front of the computer , and I’m feeling that everything happened until now , went away . I’m feeling a bit confused about things which happened until now . I’m starting to…
I paint a picture …
nothin is angelic as u.
I look at kids laughin…
no one laughs like u.
I look at a full moon all it’s glow…
no moon is as full as your magic.
I look at golden fields blowin in the wind…
First I pursued art as a career interest
Then it became a form of self-therapy
Now it is outright rebellion…
spot on quote from English Sculptor Anthony Gormley, which any artist would love to use as a mantra, I know I do now and it is embedded in the grey matter.
I will protect you from the thunder and keep you warm at night
pieces of my puzzle
Gwendolyn is ready
Hearts to the drift in this ocean of steps
minds maturing in abstractions without comprehension
bodies fitted to aims of others
minds narrowing itself before the fear…
The fugitive acceptance of the n
11pm…time for rest
maybe a little quite relief.
Time for my world…
in some peace.
Close my eyes…
my mind wide… opens
Every creek of the floor,
my guest has arrived.
He climbes i…
Do you know ‘Darlin’?…who’s heart beats as ours do.…
“Did u know Darlin it is your heart beatin,
it is not him ,
it is u.”
Do you know ‘Darlin’?…see her hoarses run.
“Did u know Darlin u deserve the qu
Today I walked carelessly,
on a lake …
the sky, crisp blue.…
The crack and the snap
was the ice not u.
Today I watched a willow,
sweep the ground…
without it’s leaves.
The willow snapped
So many rainy days.
So many sunny days.
with nothing really changing…
except the dates.
Tears fall over and over,
like leaves …
on the trees after a hot summer.
But like every new fall…
Your death has made me silent,
like ears with no sound.…
Are u okay in your dark cold world,
buried deep in the ground.
I miss your aged, war torn face,
that held those wise gentle eyes.
When u fly with
For evil, no matter how deep, dark and hovering
Has much difficulty covering and smothering…
The loveliness and good which exists… will breakthrough
Hold me down little Mama, don’t you let me up free.…
Hold me down little Mama, don’t you let me up free.
‘Cause I got me a hatin’. Got a mean ol’ hatin’ on me.
Hold me down little Mama, don’t you le
“The child isn’t yours, she belongs to Jean and Logan!’ Scott challenged
Emerging artists simply continue doing what they do, having little alternative. The price of their work hits rock bottom, so you can buy in bulk and watch your investment grow in good times.