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 *Seascape* Acrylic On Canvas Board 16" H X 20" W Sleep,
A Millimeter Deep, A Coastal Shore Of Nothing More Than Memories Condensed, Refined Into A Fishnet Of The Mind, A Sieve Of Images, To Give A Pattern And Form A Nest, In Which To Rest.
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Wedge Of Sun Gilds The Grass, Crisp Frosted Strands Of Sparkling Glass, And Invades The House As Morning Shuffles Through The Snow Tipped Mountain Pass To Warm The Day And Melt The Winter Cold Away.  Dream
Clouds Drag Away The Early Chill As I Climb The Hill Toward The Sun, This Day Already Begun Elsewhere, Time A Snare.  Easy
Enough To Hide The Soul Away, And Save Your Heart For A Rainy Day, But Far Better To Let Go, Speak Out, And Raise A Barbarous Shout, To Show How Deep Into Life You Can Go.  *Nude In Landscape 2* 16" H X 20" W Oil On Linen Outside
In The Dark, A Dog Barks And Traffic Slides By With A Mechanical Sigh. The Skylight Shows A Half Moon Glow And Alone, I Lie Down To Sleep, The Night Around Me Fathoms Deep.  *Paint By Numbers* Trying
To Think How To Launch Myself Over The Brink Into That Place Where Inspiration Is Available To Chase, And Stealthily Pursue The Secret Of What I Do To Cast A Precious Spell, And Write Well.  *Duy Huynh* Floating
On My Raft Of Life, I Place A Candle Fore And Aft, And Courage Frail, Raise My Flag To Form A Sail, And Make My Way Across The Rolling Bay To The Rising City I Behold, In Towers Of Shining Gold. If I Reach That Fabled Shore, I Won’t Ask For More, Only To Live And Grow And Become The Best Of All I Seek To Know.  *Galisteo Street* Santa Fe
Is A Rare Panoply Of Ancient Air, A Scented Potpourri Refreshed By Mountain Sunshine, History A Fountain Of Captured Time. Travelers Chip Away At Sacred Monuments, But They Do Not Stay, And Cannot Take Any Magic Away. All Goes On, The Past Never Truly Gone.  In
The Road, Gazing At The Stars, Professor B. Was Struck By Several Cars, Spun Way High In A Somersault, Weightless As An Astronaut, Then Fell Smack To The Asphalt. One Ought To Use Caution When Beguiled By The Stars, Or Wind Up With A Collection Of Scars, But I Can See, For One Brief Moment, Professor B. Flew Entirely Free From Gravity.  *WordlessTech* Last
Night, The Crescent Moon Smiled With A Light So Wintry Bright, The Shadowed Night Gained A Glow, And High Above, Venus Sparkled Over All Below, A Glittering Diamond Earring, White As Snow. |
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