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They say home is where the heart is
and my heart is where the art lives.
So where is my home?
Art lives within us all
and begins an internal/external exchange...
a process
like humanity to trees.
We stop, relax, breathe
as one.
So where is my home?
First Contact was my spiritual home
gave meat and marrow to
broken sp...
Tuesday 8th November 2011 11:33 pm
What is this you call victory?
What happens when a triumph
doesn't ring like titanic trumpets?
Hopes remain Titanic,
exceptional, erroneously erred
and sinking with realisation.
I decapitated depression, deep
...Tuesday 8th November 2011 11:25 pm
Waiting For A Star To Fall
Star
Diamonds strewn across black velvet sky
Starfish scattered along the shore
Star shaped maple leaves flutter and fly
Star flakes of snow in the winter's roar
I miss you so much wherever you are
All I ever wanted was to be your
Star
Photography by Lisa Milligan
Monday 15th August 2011 3:13 pm
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