Steel Bristle Paintbrush – Art From A Tattoo Machine
Permanently decorative… Experiencing a new, dimension of ascension Working in perfections with amazing attention Coaxing the skin to enter
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
Permanently decorative… Experiencing a new, dimension of ascension Working in perfections with amazing attention Coaxing the skin to enter
Read moreThe flow of life is relentless, struggling to survive, to replicate, and death like birth, is intrinsic, the cycles so
Read moreAll it seems, displaced by dreams, is likely untrue, delivered askew to truth’s elusive ride, its layered ruse, too deep
Read moreTwo children in a sandpit…War Who starts wars, it is certainly not you or I, just one or two individuals
Read moreDifferent Kind of Reality … In this crazy world, insanity reigns, but those who look upon, the world with sanity
Read moreColorful nightObservations of effortless change. Evening languishes with the sun’s last rays Hanging effortlessly on the edge of the sky
Read moreDust gathers in the shadow of my page, where words ignored and fears allayed uphold the pillars of thought, transfer
Read moreColored dreams, like mist collides with sweet mornings rhymes, intent on infusing with engaging hues, my muse of infinite shine,
Read moreAnd so the boom lowers and light fades, desperation in cascades falls like the lies that dripped from lips cursed
Read moreYou have my attention…. The citrus bite of mandarin, orange green spotted pleasure, adorns the season of fading grey, as
Read moreTortured by reality’s lies, I cannot but suffer the resistance of physical life, to get to the heart of my
Read more1. Around where the pines reach up to mountain a couple children gather brown cattails, to gather them and string
Read moreWindow – As I wander through the Rocky Mountains and the forgotten ghost towns and cemeteries of yesteryear, I have
Read moreWe need to change… This simple poem I wrote over thirty years ago and still, it represents my mission as
Read moreNot Islands but Connection… Be as it may the ragged paths of wanton souls, bereft of direction, immersed in their
Read moreFREE ME! free me from these chains on my hands and in my mind Release me from this bondage, this
Read moreHeroes lay at rest, for they have done their part, fought for their beliefs and in sacrifice been martyred, and
Read moreReality is but a reflection, a glimmer of the truth, woven so lightly into our consciousness, we barely notice the
Read moreBehind the Mask… Her bony hands flowed on the ivory keys— immersing into the shadows above. Behind the hammers
Read moreSometimes in life you need to step back and listen to the past – in this case World War II.
Read moreFor Forever… On her bed, I do lay Languishing in the soft comforts Amidst the lace and carefully pleated ruffles
Read moreDecember 5th, 1872 Calm seas and skies blue The Del Gratia – By the Grace of God Stated in the
Read moreArriving Halloween Night I received a telegram yesterday eve, I was so excited, could hardly wait, My daughter has been
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