Give me someone who has NEVER lied to themselves
I would regard such a saint or a charlatan

Soft Charcoal & Watercolor Painting “The Bridge Above”

a close up picture of a water bodyActivate link to view larger image.





Haiku

Hidden paradise

flowers , trees and stream they merge

watched by silent bridge

Words like a flower
Weathering the storms of time
Continue to bloom

no shinning light

ambulances and cop cars and nightmares
concrete and ashes 

streets too dead for dreaming

the abandon buildings
like tombstones waiting


as night edges prison walls
in the vanishing landscape

we were kings of the neon sky


and when the bars close
through puddles of lost tomorrows
running every red light
on main street

in a sun turned black as night


we were the kings of the neon sky