From time to time my creative juices flow a different direction, away from making art to writing poetry and short stories. Here's a sampling, I don't suggest they're professionally written on any level
From the earth I stand
Absorbed in a blue-tinged moon
contemplating
she wanted silhouettes to capture a calm night
mystery still quietly existed while everyone slept
growing tired of the slime of the camouflaged drain
when will they let their bad dream down
tired
got my universal love
cried my tears of compassion
but they ain't got no power
As Winter passes the turquoise grows deeper
There are sprigs of sapling green and the scarlet of petals
The ocean is deep and dark in places
Just hold me and run with me
So we can begin
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