there is no honorthere is only wanting
there are no people
no sea of despairs
there is no environment
there is no earth
there are plenty of buckets
to strip till its done
then who gives a #####
with no place to run
i have no clock
tick over my head
when things run out
long after I'm dead
there's no way I can see
ignorant I am
but god made my soul
my excuse as I sin.
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Hey..this is "visage76" from the art critique and gallery forums..
(otherwise known as Glenda)
I found that you have a blog, among other things..so I had to say hi, and that I truly appreciate your comment and insight that was so right on :)
Your poetry and paintings are superb, they are so "in tune" and striking.
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