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 *Angel 5* 36" H X 30" W Acrylic On Canvas Destiny
The Angel Of Our Self Will Come To Light, Clear As Day, Black As Night. What We Are Will Hold Us Back, Or Allow The Soul’s Sweet Flight. As We Grow We Come To Know If Our Heart Can Fly, Or Will We Fail, And Never Try.
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 *Nude In Landscape* 30" H X 24" W Oil On Canvas Dreamer
Anna, Red Haired Mountain Girl, Mind In A Spirit Whirl, Sits Cross Legged In The Rising Sun, Seeking To Become One With Burning Earth And Empty Sky, And Never Ever Asking Why.  *Ready-To-Wear* 35" H X 29" W Oil On Linen Raiment
Clothes Are Perhaps The Armor Of The Lord, And Lift Us Up When We Are Bored. Or Else Can Be A Clever Disguise To Shield Us From Inquiring Eyes. A Jaunty Hat, A Ribbon Blue, Will Serve For Me As Well As You, Then Free To Be, We’ll Shed Them With A Lover True.  *Black Friar Plums* 20" H X 16" W Acrylic On Canvas Third Season
The Soft Fruits Of Summer Give Way To Mellow Haze Through Cooler Days Of Harvest, Red And Yellow Apples Ripe In Dapples Of Fading Sun, As Autumn Is Begun.  Fraud
A Lie Is A Lie, Even If You Try To Pass It By, And Hide What You Have Done To Injure Someone. It Will Fester And Haunt, While You Flaunt Your Virtue And Paint Yourself The Saint In Flowery Prose, But Everyone Knows, Hateful Liar, Eventually Everyone Knows.  *Iris* 16" H X 12" W Acrylic On Canvas Senescent
A Thief Came In The Night And Stole Me Away, Leaving A Stranger Growing Gray, Wrinkled And Small Where Once I was Tall. In Truth, They Stole My Youth, Strength, And Weakened My Eyes, But In Recompense, Left Me Wise, And Of Good Sense.  *Stone* 30" H X 24" W Acrylic On Canvas Pathway
Stones Fitted Like The Past, Will Outlast Change And Never Rearrange, Until Time, As It Must, Crumbles All To Dust.  *The Rocks At La Bajada* 24" H X 36" W Oil On Linen Gina
Coming South From Santa Fe The Road Falls Down And Down, And Rock Outcrops Change From Grey Brown Instead To Rosy Red Overgrown Sandstone, Almost The Color Of The Hair Of This Lady Who Lives There.  *War* 36" H X 30" W Oil On Linen Wasted
What Use To Remember That Other September? Where Is The Recompense For Loss Of Innocents? Another War On Some Barren Shore? Ignorant Armies Sent Out To Maim And Kill For Our Politicians Thrill? Another Fight To Appease The Religious Right? Who Pays For The Ruin Of Days, Who Stands The Cost Of Lives Lost? Can No One See It’s You And Me?  *Dos Santos* 36" H X 30" W Oil On Linen Poseurs
Two Carved Saints In Colored Paints. One Of Stone, One Of Wood, Standing Proudly, As They Should. Each Regarding Each, There To Lecture And To Teach. I heard Some Of What They Said, But Was Aware They Had No Head. |
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