Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Oh, Love...




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

Monday, January 4, 2010

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