We divided up the day between Rembrandt and Van Gough. Sadness is Van Gough’s greatness and without his blood and wed of failures, such masterpieces perhaps would have never been put to canvas. I can relate to the color and texture of his turmoil and find myself too at times walking around in a daze. In contract his colors were bright and unique. (more…)
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That love in her eyes, it’s playing – sharp as the blade of death,
the love on her lips, it’s straying – hidden in comfort’s breath
Love on her breasts, is painted – swelling with sweet desire
only the touch of another – sets this woman’s heart to fire
I’m dreamin of things that we never did, sunset and sights to see
I hold in my sighs, letting the days roll on by, such things that will never be
I remember our trip and the hills that we climbed and wondered why we never could
the image still walks, like a ghost in my mind, still hoping that some day we would
With a cup of coffee and a cigarette, I got an early start and headed toward Gavie to see its shores. All this talk about love and kissing had got me thinking about it as well. In regards to the young ladies that had entered my life that I have loved, I always acted as a gentleman and never took control until the door was open and I was invited in. I needed a green light. (more…)
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Will fashion rule, in nature’s art, life’s pain, a daily threat
to shut, all such dreams, down in your heart and sail away, love please, not forget
