A work of art is a confession of a guilty mind, so let this be mine….. I confess I have spent lifetimes looking, searching…hoping, for a residence to hold the grandeur.
Fingerprints Love remains a slave bound by our bones, long after our flesh has forgotten the connection. We mark each other. In a permeant way. love dripping from our heart smears.
I swam in the Dead Sea and sunk, does that mean I’m alive? I lie awake at night harvesting my dreams from the soul of Abraham. This land has been populated, and yet we are a.
I ran a yellow light Because I can’t decide what’s right, Am I in the middle of the day Or I am midnight. Cuz these thoughts are bouncing In my head-mid flight I.
False love like the taste of metal in your mouth Blood with open veins, looking for a way out, we are pouring ourselves into empty glasses, losing ourself instead of buildi.
Mummify the moments research its components a soul with a host yet God owns it. Lonely to leave where you parted the sea only to never know what could have been. My mind held my he.
So, I have been a painter, and a sketch artist my whole life, but I never have offered it to the world, only painted exclusively for my family. After sharing a few of my 2012 piec.
“On the outside, women are lions, laced with beauty they are fierce powerful creatures, un-bordered, blended by a sharp yet delicate balance of sovereignty. And yet even the.
My new poetry and spoken word album just went live on itunes like a minute ago! Super excited to be able to let people have this now! It is called “Battle Cries and Lullabies.
Staring into the night, I look at how i’m living, thinking conscience decisions, I envision a change, night vision out my window, a collision of blame, theres war wit no v.