Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

She slept when she was tired
Worked out in the middle of the night[size=200][/size]she smoked weed constantly

She wished for a time of love
Since past ideas clung to the body
When things didn't go so well
I thought I was in hell
Nothing shoddy
About the way love dies
Maybe it's the farmer boy in him
Or that Tarzan and Jane stuff

I just have to
Paint
Don't come over lit up
Wanting to take me to dinner at 11 at night
Over the years
I have learned not to answer the doorbell

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personal truth emits some poetic lines here that we warriors can relate to...I dig it

I just have to paint
the moon is in the painting
shining in our yard
the lights out in the studio
painting the tree shadow
cast by the moon on the canvas
In the dark
naked desire
would have the road long
dusty sundown un wound
traveled westward
love is so
differnt when in lives in other dimensions
comes visiting when it can
in a stranger