by pbsartist | Sep 8, 2019 | OPENstudio
wrote runons but to him I give greatest credit the beauty oh my the depth oh my to quote My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going I do not see the road ahead of me I cannot know for certain where it will end Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think I...
by pbsartist | Sep 3, 2019 | OPENstudio
He said he wouldn’t show up but then there he was at the end of his driveway his dog barking incessantly behind the decrepit gate his property afterall is bound and bordered for no entry beware of dog as if the dog were the ultimate threat As he crossed the...
by pbsartist | Sep 1, 2019 | OPENstudio
I see others see it in themselves they feel confident not cocky assured of if not simply their exterior attraction then the depth as well of their interior beauty this is not to say they know necessarily why they are here or to what this beauty is intended to behold...
by pbsartist | Aug 27, 2019 | OPENstudio
In solitude, when accurate limitations are seen and accepted, they then vanish, and new dimensions open up. Thomas Merton The sacred road to love and beauty passed through the gates of solitude. Keats oh the war has raged hourly and even by the minute the bile of...
by pbsartist | Aug 25, 2019 | OPENstudio
overwhelmed and undone my fingers at times hidden under gloves to contain the sparks that keep flinging from their tips each passing month anymore makes me wonder if it is time perhaps to shed this hiding-layer to stop the worrying about what might happen if I reach...
by pbsartist | Aug 20, 2019 | OPENstudio
sure yes that is how I eye? see the world whether the window or the world is the dirt-clung culprit is debatable, day by day I am though, just so you know, always aware of the dirt. Call this a fault or ring it a blessing; no matter. For in the end I always find my...
