As an artist...

... it is our responsibility to portray and capture what the real world is like, not just to re-create it by duplication of other art!

Right now we live in an era that will define the entire world for the next thousand years. So the way I see it our descendents can either "see" the truth in what we create or they can read the lies that are told to the masses by the government(s) and press!

And when I say "we" I mean the entire world the things happening now are not only happening to the US but the entire world!

A place in my heart

You will always have a place in my heart,
I knew this to be true right from the start,
The passion between us was strong,
Nothing in my world at the time was wrong.

We have shared so many things,
There were times making love,
Was as if we both had wings,
and with bodies entwined,
as if the universe was watching from above.

Passion and touch,
lips that fit mine,
You will always have a place in my heart,
I knew this to be true right from the start.

Out of the ether his evil comes

The time in-between,
 not dark, nor light,
the ether is in the mist,
his evil comes.

When times are hard,
and things are scarce,
the ether becomes the mist,
and his evil still comes.

The poor, once middle class,
now destined to for-ever be,
the one and only last,
and the ether greats us every day,
and his evil overcomes.

We look aside as not to see,
those who need, those who breathe,
and the horror of what is required to be,
in the ether his evil consumes us.

She stood in my doorway

On a silent day in June,
with all forms of life in bloom,
there was a knock at my door,
with the bright blue sky and sun,
there she was standing in my doorway.

A loving embrace,
a moment to taste,
the air thick with passion,
and loving distraction.

Bodies old once new,
to watch the sun,
glide through a Van Gogh blue,
now feelings of frolic and fun,
give way to the passions of life on the run.

Rolling to hold her body now gone,
as my eyes open wide I see,
the shape of things to come,
her body in the distance wild and free,
her instincts telling her to run from me,
there she was standing in the doorway.

I've spent a lifetime loving you

You know who you are,
The one whose stories with me will be written about,
You know who I am,
I know who you are...

I know if we were talking you would have already called to wish me a happy birthday,
I know you thought of me today because I see you've been here to visit,
I know everyday I am in your thoughts,
I know that you wish things had been different.

I know the truth and so do you,
I know despite our troubles we still desire,
I know the truth in who I am,
I know that everyday I still think of you,
I know the truth in what we had,
I know the truth in what we were supposed to be.

I know the truth!

Do you miss me?

Do you miss me,
the way we touched,
do you miss the laughter,
or do you miss the morning after?

Do you miss me,
the way we kissed,
that our lips fit together,
do you miss the attention,
walking down the street,
do you miss the love so sweet?

Do you miss me,
and the adventure,
do you miss the tenderness,
or the smell of us in the air,
do you miss the passion,
the intensity like no other?

Do you miss me,
do you miss the long talks,
or the long walks,
along rivers of color,
deep reds and blues,
do you miss the things
I loved about you?

Do you miss me?