A lady in four different windows
Staring eyes
Curiosity
Trust with Respect
Beauty
As a beast looks on
Paper expressing a darkened soul
A shadowed soul
A . . . stumped soul

I Loved you first
Why is it hard to Love you now
The distractions too large in front of my eye
Go away soul
Come back light

This is no poetry
Its just therapy

For my silly soul
Out of control
Needs pulling in line again
Kept in check again
Like a child free from parameter, let loose to death
Attach the strings again
Strings are good for they hold
Or bound
Which is your view
How easy it is to choose, one way or the other

Dark and Light!
Dark or Light?

I don’t want to paint Glory
No Lions, or Crosses, or Landscape, or Angels or Pretty or Heaven

I want to paint the hidden heavens
I want to paint the struggle
The defeated foe and the ended war
War is present
For Mind, Soul, Spirit, Land, Money, Power,
V I C T O R Y

. . . Already one
. . . Already gone

Come back to finish Your work
Come quickly, quicker, COME ON!
Now now soul, put back those strings
Patience, Trust, Love . . . Apathy
Where’s the balance
The fine golden line where all can make sense, the peace
This is mixture, impure but oh so real
Thank God

Actually sod balance
Where is the action, the change and the progression
I want it all now, the gallery, the school, the wife,
I am not content

I . . . i . . . . sigh

Pick up the annoying flying thing
Hovering over your mind
Pick it up with faith and
Throw it at a wall of white linen and watch it die on a cold radiator

Too Much
Too Much
Inspiration in words and signs and tones and image and colour and effect
STOP

Slowww down
Soul, run home again, run into the warm cave of Spirit and
rest and retain
rest and retain

rest and retain