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to the future


I give my nothingness



to the nothingness


I give my life



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so for you


with thoughts so pleasing



this one remembrance


may our lives have meaning



where the days are flowers


of meadows green



and nights


that sing of love we've seen



time is no concern to friends


be that truth that never ends



for Gail


1975


embroidery for a Christmas card



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into the blue


of morning stillness


and new sunshine


that greets night air



darkness


now a distant memory


with fear


a casualty of clouds parade



look to the distance


see purple heavens


look to the earth


at your feet



and all that life


that connects them



yours to marvel



yours to keep



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Scars



scratches heal quickly


bruises fade away


words said without thinking


they're here to stay



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brass worlds beckon


temptuous journeys


of hidden dreams



seen through windows


of wavery and imagining



first to strike


for adventure's glory


first to die


in an unknown story



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with spiral demons


gliding past ancient towers


that support black skies



and grasping shadows


inhabit crannies


making flickering patterns of life



oh hear my sigh



arrangement of realities


correspond


to the provocation of silence



seeped in its past


torn from the future



I watch the glittering


jaggedness of now



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of a blue flower singing



stop the feeling of your outside life


and pause



emptied of everything extraneous

rebuild with what I give to you now


take a barren world, one of sunlight and sand


silence the wind of my loneliness

by you saying those magic words


and from nothing it begins to form


a blue flower


embodied in it are undiscovered hopes

and never to be relinquished dreams


no pattern to follow


it begins an existence of changing

it learns to sing

shattering a blue world with its song


whispers that shout, shouts that roar


amplified into the final symphony

it sings of love



to know part of me is what I give


for even I don't know all of me



painting, 1976



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AS THAT SCRAP OF PAPER


IN A COLD NORTH WIND



IN DESERTED STREETS


AND DUST STREWN DREAMS



TO BE NEVER READ


BY INQUIRING EYES



IS TO NEVER EXIST


FOR WHOEVER TRIES



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 | Obscured | Journey of a narrow way | 


 | Constant shadows | Evil, dark | 


 | Goals no longer bright and untarnished | 


 | Tendril of a shiny ogre | 


 | It's suckers clasped to my body | 


 | Withholding progress | Feel defeat | 


 | Sleep away the strength of demons | 


 | Sleep away till angelic solitude | 


 | Sleep | Sleep away so eyes can focus | 


 | Awake, caress the diamonds of thought | 


 | Awake | Back to . . . | Back to . . . | 


 | Awake | 



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metallic womb


octagonal in its gleaming



stainless protector


stainless hell



lost in spaces of one's creation


inescapable without the key



crawl into a state of solitude


turn inwards the eye that sees



speed of light


to journey's end



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A sensation of



falling, while twisting


while screaming, while knowing



flash, streak of the past


multi-hued orgy


of the already finished



slower, eyes turned on themselves


in the agony of present panic



frozen . . .a future of . . .



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all wayward beings come onto me



I'm shelter from cosmic trauma


this protection offered free



for under my care you'll be reborn


ready to fulfill any destiny


start life fresh, after being so worn



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Endless Sunset and Alien Ways



Oh endless sunset and alien ways


remove us to those better days



recline on sands of thoughts remote


and of everyday problems take no note



for in you there's an unknown world


with colors and shapes all aswirl



so when you've known beauty's face


then you may live with grace



and with your mind always taste


but of your love, never waste



painting, Christine, 9/76



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Bright Star



the shine of that to come


bright star of present time


lost by many, known by some


stands guard over that which is mine



open your eyes to behold purple


swim through surroundings of delight


always reach for special answers


believe in thoughts that you find right



ignore temptations of little value


follow your star to heaven's light



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and the hand that reveals


the strength of one's self


in shining glory and jeweled ways


see bitter truth


feel judgment's day


known destiny's path


bask in those rays



painting, Bonnie, 8/76



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The Wanderer



the wanderer goes where no one knows


it searches far and near



never meeting friend nor fighting foe


it has never known to fear



the wanderer can visit places


that man will never see



and as it leaves you'll find no traces


it was never meant to be



so in some eternal time unknown


as it ends its quest



the wanderer will itself put down


and forever be at rest



painting, Greg & Carla, 1976



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fragments of the world divide


and man has found no place to hide


with fearful energy


the earth disintegrates


and humanity has ended


this reign of petty hates



in one second


the future becomes meaningless


in one second


leaves no man to confess



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Song of My Freedom


walls may restrict in many ways

their confinement . . .

a temporary measure


I have the freedom of my mind

and following it . . .

a pleasure


to some I appear to lack some drive

for success is not my master

to put in chains

my colors and thoughts

surely would court disaster


I followed the wind

and the cliffs to the sea

I discovered the sun

and its requirements of me


in this undulating rhythm

of precarious thought

I might not taste heaven . . .

but I'll never be bought


to learn to explore

rather than hide

admit to those feelings

tearing inside


freedom eludes those

who passively wait

time will ignore you

the same with your fate


so upon hearing the staccato

of senseless pity and greed

I raise my defenses . . .

they will never take seed


and all of my treasures

and diamonds I own

are pure in my mind

this life is my home


I sing with the power

of an ocean's gale force


and dancing on stars gleam

I have discovered my source



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I wished I possessed a magician's power


when I feel you sad


to weave you into harmony


and change your world from bad


to stroll those rolling hills again


a dream-thought that fills me glad


a sheltered pool to float fallen leaves


in a real world that we had



drink from that spring I toiled over


with its source so deep


taste the power of earth and rain


and its bounties that you'll reap


also drink those mornings


in thoughts that gently weep


and of all the thoughts of you I own


in one special place I keep



for Bonnie, 1977 (requested)



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on an ocean's wind


across a dream strewn beach


the waves wash away


what I try to reach



and sand that clings


to all I know


this inner solitude


that is my foe



in flight above


one shimmering wave


are gulls that laugh


at what I gave



oh relentless beauty


of the ocean's way


in a winter's world


at the end of the day



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fly to your place of being


crystal*gazer unseeing


entered your world unbeckoned


with this result unreckoned



so with one magic wave


here's a *look*


which I stole from a grave


I hereby present you this thought


in the manner you eagerly sought



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Birth



listen to the chorus of my desert nightmare


shaped by my mind, I dare



experience colors, blood hues of pain


that subtly twist my life insane



view purple tendrils that pierce the haze


and confuse the distance with a devil's maze



then as the stillness prompts these raves


it plucks my daughter from her grave



inspect your soul to know your worth


and be witness to her fiery birth



painting, 9/76



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A March Evening, Relaxing



I


the quiet fragrance of being alone


the reverberating echoes of silence


marooned in a time I don't condone


and humanity has turned to violence



II


if feelings were counted and balanced


and emotions were somehow kept score


with black marks for every misdeed or trespass


perhaps brotherhood would not be so poor



III


flying to heights in impossible dreams


exploring those inaccessible spaces


have discovered one light


see how it beams


and I follow its deeply etched traces



IV


I sit surrounded with one thought


I stare into the future


so with this knowledge I've been taught


its time to change the picture



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I hear chimes that invite the morning in


and birds that sing of the approaching day


as they fly to catch the sun



moisture glistens on the weaving green


the air speaks of breathless delight



I touch this world another day


and escape the barren chill of night



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the world outside my window calls



the wind in the leaves shows the way



colors surround my person



thoughts waft on a breeze



my mind continues searching



it reaches out



and touches me



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Lost Forest



in the purple shadows


of my lonely heart



I find twisting blue


in a world apart



the colors of solitude


are my shield



the secrets of this soul


I will not yield



those shadows beckon


the mist draws near



for the lost forest


I will always fear



(painting, Kerry & Kathy, 5/77



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taste the brilliant burst


of these colors of sound



trace this jagged window


of a piercing scream



scattered and shattered lifebits


lay all around



torn and frayed edges


of a worn-out dream




the hope lies within


your heart and mind



waiting


to exhibit its strength



for your personal beauty


you will find



allows you to travel


life's length



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a sky's red glory


with clouds adrift



black silhouettes


searching the vapors rift



eternally hidden


are their goals



dashed to fragments


on the unseen shoals



futile effort


some think waste



one chance for victory


of this I taste



painting, Searching, 5/77



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World's End



ruins amidst


the divided mind


yellow torture


what truth you find


shadows of substance


dot the glare


Fire Figure . . .


it is for him I care


when rooted in


a world unkind


follow the star's way . . .


in your mind



painting, Kerry & Kathy, 5/77



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for Fawn



my thoughts roam far. . . and touch our sharing


I open my mind to the reality of caring



as a candles flame fears not the dark


so memories of you have left their mark



I travel the patterns of remembered days


and relive the peacefulness of simpler ways



a golden aura surrounds my dreaming


is following the heart so misleading



I always desire that rarest jewel


and of life. . . have found it cruel



so if ever we love, be a moment or for years


you'll sense colors of joy. . . in my tears



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