This is my is my one of my passions which writing poetry. I will adding poetry to correspond to each of my paintings. I will be also adding audio files as well. Keep checking from time to time as that will be posted soon. I write from life experience. I put all my energy and heart in my poems. I hope you enjoy them.
Arrows of Time 2003
Arrows drifting in the wind.
The air warms as the heat flows from the sun.
The arrows drifting in the heated air.
Fall faster bring into being.
All in one and one disc for all.
All is one.
The arrows fall into time.
They are destroyed and become nothing.
Once again start over.
Belt Yard Grave 2003
The word starts here.
Drifting slowly into belt yard grave.
Falling empty into the abyss of car madness.
Eating slowly into my eternal sadness.
It's a laugh, you can pray and pray that you will be okay but it's not okay.
One click and the car is gone.
One click and the word is gone.
Sad strong word opening into seas of me world.
A return to the belt yard grave would be a thought into conclusion.
It's okay you just started the end.
Dark Pink Bliss 2003
I get up off the ground.
I am falling all around...
I had better stay right here.
Maybe I will give into my fear.
Stay away from everyone I hold dear.
Where are they?
They are a part of my imaginary world.
Holding the pain in my chest of flowing parts
I move around and around.
I still can not get up off the ground.
I give into bliss.
I find my own pink darkness
It's invisible as I fall.
I am totally drained as I craw and craw.
There's only one last time that I will be weak.
My dark pink bliss forever.
Desert Road Pink 2003
Where am I going?
There's a lost desert road.
Got to stop and hit the floor.
I am hitting fast the floor.
Hit the floor.
Got to stop, floor me good.
I see a disturbance on the lost desert road.
Can not see, hit the floor.
Auto machine run me over.
Don't stop it's almost over.
Don't stop and think the pink is smashed.
Flat as road kill and flakes of skin.
I do not try and win not win.
The desert road has taken me over.
Gone again, stop.
Glass Ghost 2003
I am slowly caving in into the past
I sing fast the songs of the past
I knew it was only a memory.
Without it wouldn't last.
I choke a deep ghost as it becomes solid as glass.
It slowly becoming more brittle as it cracks.
I am holding stiff the last piece of broken glass.
Falling becoming more shallow like the waves at the coast
Glass turns powder and is inhaled
Too late, you can't inhale a ghost.
Top of the Sky 2003
Falling down, open up, close shut.
Keep falling mouth shut.
Button up and feel the jelly.
Moth balls come out of my mouth into the sky.
Up top real tight.
It's too late zero gravity.
Vanilla light Highway 2003
The edges of the corners become smooth.
The colors now have taste and smell.
Round ball in the middle of the highway.
Rolling, rolling down smoothing out as it comes close to the edges.
No more colors, they have been bleached by light.
It's just a blur now.
Rolling smooth down the now colorless highway.
It is now generic and all is gone.
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