| I used to 'only' paint sad women. Long flowing hair of | | | | maintains |
| women looking towards the sea. People would always | | | | that contentment is just a state of mindSo we weave |
| ask me, "Why?""What is interesting about 'happy'?" I | | | | back into our cubicles |
| would always reply.Sheeze... a box of kleenex and a | | | | and perceive |
| good romantic tragedy, what could be better? Yes I | | | | the muted consequences"Memories That |
| know, I am a bit of a drama queen. Yes! that is me... I | | | | Burn"Pardon my staring |
| confess. But without drama there is no passion! My | | | | at dreams going by |
| paintings, sculptures, poems and stories are all about | | | | unguarded moments |
| passion and drama. Sometimes it truly wares me out, I | | | | and mirrors that flyEach time I've relished |
| confess to that as well. Yet, there is simply no other | | | | the winged in a word |
| way to paint or sculpt or write in my mind except to | | | | a moon full of heartbeats |
| feel things intensely. Look at the art in your doctors | | | | and memories that burnPardon my staring |
| office.... you may like it but I just think, "EWWW!" It is all | | | | I thought that I knew you |
| completely non threatening and BORING! I do paint, | | | | Your eyes toast a signal |
| sculpt and write some happy stuff though so don't get | | | | to fly through the loopsYet your chalice seems empty |
| your panties in a bunch. A good laugh or a painting of | | | | your frown can be heard |
| hope, yes of course they have their place in the | | | | I thought that I knew you |
| art-world... I guess.So now for your entertainment, get | | | | yet pause... I'm unsureMoments I play on |
| out your kleenex.... "In Every Tear"In Every Tear there | | | | secrets I hold |
| stands a scorn | | | | who challenges teardrops |
| committed to loves past and rivers wasted | | | | if you cover your soul?"Eyes On Queens"Her |
| Skies gloom and focus on a generation of madness | | | | excuses were of frailty |
| and darkness covers the hue | | | | like any other soul that breaks |
| that could have saved usThe petals of contentment | | | | All the ones that complicate |
| whiten in place | | | | just to find some sense of dignity |
| deceiving the masses | | | | search out |
| and even their own mindsAs noon breaks -all is well | | | | the eyes that fall on queens. |
| the commitment of the silver lining | | | | |