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Upon a new beginningSitting, typing, so delighting, in the sound of clicking keys; a new site, a new time, a way to kill the old, while ringing in the new / Fi…

Caution!I’m 40, you know? Is that too old to regain some measure of health, regain some measure of my former figure, and go out and do the t…

Nowhere ImportantShe was a girl from nowhere important. In fact, it was so utterly nowhere important, that it was maligned on the maps of the world it sat u…

In the bower of timeIn pain, in writhing, or in silent wait, are born the tears and gears of fate / Complaints ring out, and in, and through; as they sit in th…

New Painting On It’s WayI am posting this way due to my hurt finger. It’s easier than doing separate descriptions,etc. / The Original Photo, courtesy of Kam …

Symbolism in ArtThis is a description of ‘Symbolism in Art’: / The term Symbolism means the systematic use of symbols or pictorial conventions …

Should IShould I, lain. in passion’s bower, love the bud, but hate the flower? / Or, tremble at thine rooted thirsts, but deny the blood born…

Silly little linesPretty little lines of silliness, drip down from open mouth / Wetting the pavement, frightening pigeons in hot pursuit / Why say them? They…

Orange Blossom DreamIn definite definition of indefinite dreams defined / She found her solace, in green tea, jasmine rice / Sitting in cafes, pouring over not…

UnderstandStyling yourself against another, you call them enemy / Same flesh, same blood, same bone, same Earth / Pointing your flames, your guns, y…

Bright Spot 8The original drawing, Bright Spot, was made using black Sharpies and rather lame quality art paper. I do not suggest, if you attempt to mak…

DobbinsIn heart, I plead the case of Dobbins, with understanding and great clarity / In life, I stand accused as Becky, frowned down upon, with no…

Maidens DanceYonder, in ponder, grouped the maidens decked out in greeny gold velvet and swag / A’ bristle with jeweled splendors, til top heavy, …

NotesAside from the stories ever told, would I still love the songs of old? / Or, is it alone, in memory, best, saved melodic tones of witty je…

TraffickingWhat started with a complaining whine and a flurry of exhaust, once pistons fired, roared into life as a decadent afternoon, and sped on, e…

The Tao of Living HonestlyThen, kindly, either go away all together; or ,stop playing games and just be yourself!

Let us write a symphony together.. of death, of life, of morbundity, morbidity, lollipops, and kittens / Bats wings fluttering above the dew drops, non-lovered smittens / …

DenaliCenturies ago, the Romans established a certain way of conquering a people, and, it was so effective, that it was the same way that a certa…