Sheep nailed to the wall/Blood draining in to cups
The fist brings love, and it is sweet like God’ s lollybag. Stop reading the fucking description as if I’m going to explain stuff here you should figure out for your self.
The doorbell rings just as I’m feeding my hair, and for one teeny moment I forget, and open the door without putting on my glasses first….
An entry for the Bubble Bestiary. Letter ‘G’.
I could only watch frozen time,
I visited the Met on 28 july 2006, on my way back to Australia from Montreal. While there in the railway hall feeling Corrol and Milton Petrie European Scultpure Court I saw a statue of her.
In the central / Oriental Collections room / I found him. Golden, serene, / Long fingered hands resting upon his lap; / Eyes, huge, reflecti…
Statues of the Buddha have a fascinatingly serene presence generally. This one in the Mak in Vienna has a powerfully hypnotic quality. I had just been learning the skill of telepathy so that I can now communicate with animals, and I used the same technique with the soul of the statue. What I saw was overpowering and a not a little frightening. I felt I had touched eternity for a split second, but I hastily withdrew and took a few minutes to regain my balance. It was however awesome in the true meaning, not the hackneyed cliché, use of the word.
Pygmalion
tattoo made of / plaster falling off / my skin breaking / through the clouds / like sunrise glowing / daylight dreaming / time isn’t your’s / lo…
The implied speaker of this poem is an ambitious young woman who becomes disillusioned after life with a ‘sugar daddy’.
When the evil’s unleashed, / You may run… / But you can’t ever hide!
Trying to push myself… / Invitting some risk!
In the courtyard stood a smallish statue, roughly of just the right size to be best abused by children and dogs, which had, at one time,...
This is a rough draft, written by me and Christopher Stone, which shall probably be developed into a proper short story and combined with a few others to make a book, later. It is part of the greater story that I keep posting paintings and such about.
are we not, after all / hand crafted / god statues / like snowflakes unique / carefully shaped / from primordial clay / endlessly varied yet / u…
by the way, in case you were wondering, i am a nonreligious spiritualist raised methodist.
There was a man who set out to carve a statue. He spent days selecting the right block of wood. He considered the color, grain, hardness …
All artists strive for perfection… but what price do we often pay for that pursuit?
Years past, / eras come and gone.
This is not intended to be an attack towards americans, honestly, I’ve never met one I didn’t like. Though it’s hard to deny there are some serious problems, and I don’t see a solution coming to any of them, probably ever. Written to accompany the t-shirt – Lady Liberty is Bleeding
I woke up to another feature. What a great way to start a day. Thanks to hosts of Town Giants for featuring my “Sara the Camel” phot…
Thank you all.. so much .. Everything we see is cast by that which we do not see / !http://images-0.redbubble.net/img/art…
Tthe following have been featured.. I dont know if its laziness or wanting todo something different.. I am placing them up here full size.. hope it dont look awful.. I ve never done it like this .. lol
Silent perfection in the form of a man, / Bathed in golden glow. / I want to eat you. / Swallow you. / Feel that liquid gold slide down my th…
Ohh, what we women wish for =P
I have never seen so much rock fly / Dust that covers the walls and the sky
Weeping Women / Inspired by another yet sublime comment by the Billyboy Factor / Of course he was inspired by Weeping Women no less.. Hey Bb.. don’t break our hearts just so’s you can demonstrate such finesse!! / that would be of the calibrated kind.. tee hee… / I am loving this life today. / Loving you, me family!
I wrote this soon after 9/11. I remember feeling comforted that the Statue of Liberty still stood proud…
the pen is mightier than the sword and the way is paved in gold. lights line the strip where the largest scale illusions are carried out …
There was no ceremonial salute for the child that I admired / No fancy cars or limousines, only his presence was required / The night was …
A short story, a poem, one you will read over and over again. Nancy
The light was so bright that the man had to squint. Or, he would if he could. He sat up and elbows whirred as he did. “Yes! It’s alive!” ...
A short story I wrote a while back; I think it’s rather cute.
Thank you so much Statues and Such for the feature Of my Your So Beautiful. Very much appreciate it and very honored. !http://images-3…
What’s not to like about living? / When turning round you’re standing there
Everything is so overwhelming today.. I feel just like this poem
you sent me a movie of your caring I watched you click on / view seems stunted but the feeling is mutual / words from a great poet you s…
Loving gestures are wonderful / sometimes depending on the day they switch on a feeling / not good nor bad really / however something that gets attention more than the purpose / of the gesture / tis our own agenda of course that dominates everything / that is why I find it hard to believe we could influence a fly / cept in death / but even then the choice seems to be / fight or allow / I like to think if I faced a death and I could choose how / I would respond / I would choose the allowing / and maybe I could stay conscious through the transition / from life to life / anyway I love others / I love me / gestures are are welcome / from you to me.
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