Not My Lover

You are not my lover, no. Nor are you my other significant other. Juxtaposed you stare longingly into my soulful memories of you at age twenty five. I needed you then and I need you now.

You have already married and yes I know you've become a mother. But my passion and longing for you remains just as powerful as ever. And I also know that you do not love your husband. You might like him and enjoy his company but you do not love him.

Do you still have that letter I wrote for you? Of course you do. How could you not still have it? Even if you no longer possess it I know that you still possess its words.

Indeed our paths shall cross once more and many more moments after. My heart shall never give up or give out. And when I become old and weary your face will be plastered across my will and countenance.

I will cry out, "I love you! I love you! I love you!" And the earth will shake with such utterance. My voice and words will reverberate throughout the cosmos and beyond. And it is because of this that I know you will remember me for the rest of your beautiful life.

Yet... you will never remember me like I remember you.

One Million

Had difficulty sleeping last night due to a slight cold. But also dreamt that I was composing nearly one million stories in my head. I saw groupings of words form sentences and sentences form paragraphs and paragraphs form whole novels. It felt overwhelming but engaging nonetheless.

Hello There

Hello there
Future
Generations
Please forgive us
Our
Decadence
And Greed
Went on and on
Unchecked
Do not hate us
There was no one to teach us otherwise (or alternatives)
The few that existed
Weren't promoted at all
By our governments because
Our governments chose
Profits over Humanity
Poison over Longevity
Toxins over Care
War over Love
Please forgive us
For making a mess
Of things
Forgive but
DO NOT
Forget!
Future Generations
You
Know
What You
Must Do
We too knew lots & lots
About how to turn things
Around for Good. But we stalled it all.
Materialism became our Mantra.
FUTURE GENERATIONS PLEASE
DO WHAT YOU MUST DO!!
We'll be behind You.
Guiding & saluting.

Juniper

Painted this beauty last night. Acrylics on recycled cardboard. Titled Juniper.

Scathe

Acrylic abstract painting on recycled cardboard.

Material(ism)

Fuck
Your
Materialism
In its
Arse
Go
On
And just
Fuck it
Already

Certainty

There is no "death." Death is a collective delusion. Nor is there an end to anything. Transformation is more of a certainty than death.