the bells


This new picture I posted is really impersonal but I chose it for political reasons. It reflects one dimension of me.

I’d like to say I am a little distressed.

You might ask why.

I might say because of some things like being afraid of not getting what I want.

And you might say fuck what you want.

I’ll think about it.

Then I’ll go back to what I want.

 

I am an insane artist.

I am many things.

I am one with the world.

I am high and fried.

 

The world thinks I am who I am not.

It is in need of an icon.

 

What happened to the John Lennons, the Martin Luther Kings and the Malcolm X’s?

 

All shot dead but times are different and the light is pouring through.

 

The bells of freedom are ringing again.

 

when we become


Often we become weak, then strong,

then weak, then strong again.

Will it ever end?

Stop thinking.

Follow your heart.

“The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of.” – Blaise Pascal

in the garden


The wonders of life lie in mysteries unearthed.

But only by true spirits, with hearts unfurled,

can they be found.

This place of heaven, this feeling of bliss,

If only it could last forever.

Maybe then, I would be still,

Caught with the world in a trance.

Like winter days, when we would dance,

In dark affairs, and sweet romance,

Between the trees, the sheets of man,

Nature, and spirit.