Saturday, July 3, 2010
Thinking of you (from Agent Mulder-Living in Chaos)
Thinking of you
So far away for me to hold
My hands paint the broken vision
Two models hidden in the back streets
Of a small suburban transit system
That has not run in years.
Two broken poems
My dysfunctional life
My best friend, she’s gone,
Left my life.
This emotional strife.
The world is a wonderful place
Painful to leave all of this behind
Blind to the master within myself
My poetry, love and the paintings of her memory
Leave all of this behind
I am so alone
I could scream.
"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."