Poetry

The memories may fade The time may float Days drift by with words left unspoke Do not fret or do not doubt As seasons change I am a click away A mere blink of glass A safe kept full of all memories still Quiet Candid I'll always be here when the mind goes blind. An image of 1000 goodbyes.

Raw Vision Free The fabric of myth we look back with great pleasure Exhibited Primitive rituals encountered in travels Brings together two very different who share a common belief Mental Artists are evidence of the astonishing diversity Melted down, pierced by views Protest Forms and figures developed with more intensity Reveals new marriage of Art, Science, and Philosophy Discarded Our stampedes on discussions of development Retrospective died ridden alongside the cultural mainstream Emerged on the fringes.  Rendered. Eccentricity tinged with erudition A man who seemingly lives and paints  The very edge of sane existence.