Donald Trumps Amerika

Another piece in process...

I have been enjoying making these 3D pieces.  This was started about a years ago when I noticed the pattern you see painted here on my front door in the winter when it would frost over.  I thought it looked like something out of a horror movie so I thought, lets see where it goes...

Breathing in your poisonous air~

Stranded in a country far away,
I found myself breathing in your poisonous air,
Only thinking of yourself never once going astray,
Beginning to lose sight of what is fair,
I found myself breathing in your poisonous air.

It spreads in me like an infection,
Regardless of intent or direction,
The more I breath your poisonous air,
My lungs fill with pain and despair.

Self absorbed thoughts and actions,
Is your trademark of life's interactions,
Breathing in your poisonous air,
Slowly takes life's forces away,
Leaving me breathless to this day!

My soul gets tired

When the hate for a father,

includes the daughter,

my soul gets tired.

When dreams are pushed down,

because of petty insecurities,

my soul get tired.

When the hate for a father,

the daughter,

the mother,

friends,

self,

my soul gets tired.

When the spark of youthful eyes,

goes blank and weak,

when the ones around are afraid,

to speak...

My soul is tired...

Mr. Migraine

Woke up about 2:00am with a pounding in my head,
Woke up about 2:00am with the walls spinning round my bed.
Had a flashback to the days of Gizmo,
And thought I was looking through a goofy colored prizmo.
Turns out it was my old friend Mr. Migraine,
Back again to make me go insane with that never-ending brain pain.
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
I left for work on a bright sonny day,
The kind that makes you think of a roll in the hay.

All the cheer was just a fake how-do-you-do,
I can barely stand the light because it feels like some sort of evil Voodoo.
As long as my old friend Mr. Migraine is here the sun glasses will never come off,
People look at me like as if I’m crazy and when I look back they are all a bit hazy.
As long as Mr. Migraine is here the sun glasses will never come off.
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
Floating high on a prescription buzz,
I’ve got one so bad my tongue feels like fuzz.
On the way home MR. Migraine seems to be taking a break,
I hate that Mr. Migraine makes me act so fake.

He’s playing his nasty old tricks on me,
Because when the glasses come off all I can see,
Is a swirling mess of colors.
This dammed thing is going to get the best of me,
Mr. Migraine please set me free!
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
Getting home my family thinks I’m cranky,
Mr. Migraine and I have been through a long day,
I wish I could remember what I wanted to say,
But Mr. Migraine has taken my thoughts along the way.
Confusion, pain and anger have gotten to close to me,
Mr. Migraine is making me insane.

It hurts to here her say “take a chill pill” because I’m already there,
And my old friend Mr. Migraine has me weaker still…
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
One thing is for certain Mr. Migraine you will never win,
Because giving into you would be a mortal sin.
When the fog clears and the glasses come off,
I can say, I made it through and although I don’t
Remember everything today,
I will wake another day to say…

Migraines are a real drag,
Mr. Migraine I need to get of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!