Soon to come!

Hannahlee

Oh, Hannah,

she's the queen of the street.

Old poem paintings

Fly Away

August third, little bird

shouldn't I be gone by now?

I must have lost my charm by now.

Withered all infatuation away.

I should've kept my distance, dear,

but your smile made heaven oh, so near

and

my heart I let it's armor down

to hand it straight to you.

I gave it up too easily

and now this love is lost on me.

Goodbye,

goodbye,

goodbye,

just please,

leave me safely

by myself.

Wide Eyed and hopeless

If my eyes could open wider

then maybe I would see.

Through the filtered haze

of bluer eyes

maybe i'd see green.

Not just rushing fields of loneliness

from windows of passing trains

who never steer off their tracks

or come long enough to stay.....

I'M LOOKING STRAIGHT AT YOU

Black Thread & Watercolor on Paper

Feathers in Her Hair

A Scratchy thought in my Journal becomes inspiration for a self portrait.

Title: Feathers in Her Hair

oil on canvas

Un-Finished Thoughts

Un-finished thoughts taken from my Journal

saved up for Rainy-Days....

"I wish to show you Truth herself; for I have brought her down from above, so that you may see her without her veil, and understand her beauty."

An Attitude Towards Existence

"I'm looking at the moon, But i'll be see you"

"If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you."