Plate VV

Rush in Rio

Plate VI

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Early Work

Numbered

My days are numbered

Really difficult to see life

Really difficult to go on

In this dark hole

Angst

Today it is a struggle to get through each half hour

Hopeless and in a bind

Of my own making

and by what has been allowed to attack

Theology is being refined

no preaching can help

alone I must be

Not that I have been left alone

Quite the opposite

It is a time of my reckoning

A blast furnace to my notions of truth

of life

of faith

What are we doing here?

What am I doing here?

What is life?

Enchanted universe ?

Or trapped in a cold, hard world.

Maybe both

So hard to deal with expectations

I have allowed to define me.

Love

Love is all I can trust

Love is not what I thought it was

I don't know love

Does it know me?

Healing

You are just beginning

Don't you recognize it

At times it seems so distant

It is always here

Listen

It's hidden in the seed

Inside you

The seed

of the Devine

68

This was a year

Many thought would never end

It gets blamed

for many of our ills today

it was a traumatic year for me

and maybe my ills were defined here

so that now my internal battles

the ones fueled by lies

greased with fear

sparked by fate

my soul is hiding

buried under the wieght

Daddy's insane

Today I am your chariot horse

Tomorow I am your albatross

You put your faith

in all you hear

Let me tell you about

the new world order

Not the one that drives

you to the border

It's a new religion

wrapped in a revolution

with a proven solution

for your mental pollution

Nature wants your life

to go on long and strong

To have children

and show them where you

went wrong

So your life style

leads to hell

or prison

Wise up and listen

to what you've been missing