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Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Click to the right "Art Work & Slideshow"

For all of you who enjoy looking at my art work, click to the right "Art Work & Slideshow." It is located at the bottom of my Art Work in my Website. I will from time to time be changing my slideshows with different works of art. You can also click on my Website and get in formation on my new book... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, July 7, 2008

A new star forming..SciFi-2 Print Gallery

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Saturday, July 5, 2008

‘The Old Year’ by John Clare

The Old Year's gone away To nothingness and night: We cannot find him all the day Nor hear him in the night: He left no footstep, mark or place In either shade or sun: The last year he'd a neighbour's face, In this he's known by none. All nothing everywhere: Mists we on mornings see Have more of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 4, 2008

Happy 4th of July, Keep Safe

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Friday, June 27, 2008

What is a poet?

This is one of my sculptures I call: Bird of God, after making this I wrote this poem to attach with it. I wonder sometimes what is a poet? Whateveritis, I think, it must have food for the soul, it must have generous folds of thoughts, and Love, Whateveritis, I think, it must be arrogant, to coach... Sign in to see full entry.

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Cloning, science-designed kids...Who's for it?

I wrote this poem thinking about how our world would be if science begins designing kids in test tubes. Then there is the ozone thing. What will humans be like if all is bad becomes true. Years 2000-3000 Mother Earth, is damn mad now, her rain forest so beautiful and strategically placed are gone... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 25, 2008

A Starry night...and victory over himself...Van Gogh.

There is beauty, bravery, and achievement in Van Gogh's Starry Night, splendidly swabbing his canvas tenderly gifting each air pocket imaginary wings fashioned in a cool night light, while the small village slept below, he educated his eyes by surfing the winds in his mind, we educated ours by... Sign in to see full entry.

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Here is a description of a crowded three-lane expressway at the height of..

rush hour the lanes of traffic crawling at high speeds: inch by inch, side-by-side, rubber burning, swift and even on the turns, the heat and monotony swell our tongues, as road rage seers our brains, each competing with the other, hurry up and wait, inch by inch with steady eyes, screeching gears,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

There is nothing more attractive than the possession of a sense of

Aphrodite: true inner happiness, and on effective way to achieve this is through the embracing of a religious faith. I know when I go to church, I walk around with a smile on my face all day long. We all have our special place to find our spiritual center, our sense of connection. Any spiritual path... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 23, 2008

Out, out brief candle, as we hang upon the cheek of night, the full moon...

tempts us like a rich jewel in Shakespeare's ear, Picasso wields his insane brush nervously, artists everywhere wolfing down their own saliva, walking shadows bent with prophetic blessings, over-spending themselves on foot, death be not proud, you cannot win their souls, the full moon courts them as... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Passage of time. Down here on the third rock from the Sun, self-expression is our genius and we must not be talked out of it.I enjoy using pictures and writing to speak for me. I especially enjoy letting others revisit their own lives when reading mine and looking at my photo's.

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