So...

I don't like this blog very much. I like the idea of it, and the name, but that is about all. So you can expect some change to come soon, now that it is summer. And some new posts that are actually worth looking at. just thought I'd say this, so you don't loose hope. (unless you did already. Then this is to revive your hope.Hope it worked...)

Oh, Love...

Someday, I will have something better than paint...

Self Portrait part II

Child of dust
Newly immortal and frail
Your frame is so weak,
But you thrive.
A foundation is being bult;
One that is unyielding
One that will not be carried away on the wind.

Your depths are brought
Into this light that you have found.
You can see yourself now
And you are dust.
Someday, when it is cleared,
You will be whole and awake.

You, my little dust-child,
You will last forever.

Self Portrait part I

Child of Darkness
Alone, weak, dying
Yet happy in thy self

The Dark Child
Wanting
Or longing
For something that you can never be

You, oh Dark one
Who knows better
Who was better
But now rots inside like a tomb

Ever drinking
Ever thirsting
For that cup of light and pain
That will satisfy or kill