Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Here in the places
That open and close
It would seem by invisible hands
Gentle like an ancestor
So warm and nearby

Love feels like water rolling around
In a heart that is a muscle
Memories of many loved ones reside in and of the heart

Fire feels like love on a cold night
You were there
I saw you
I felt you
Thank you for that warm loving secure feeling

I will miss you
As always
But it did not stop me from moving on
And now.. it would seem ..

Too precious for words
To sacred for others
No more rip and tears on our bones
But we loved each other for at least 40 years
In secret
Even when we were with other people
In dreams and on some other level
It took only one look into your eyes
I was sold
On any idea you could come up with

You were my stallion for real

Oh yeah Bob Ross
Oops
Well yeah
This little girl gave me a Bob Ross plastic doll
I was just thinking that I love his mistakes
I love his matter a fact- let’s just paint-

I love painting I have to use paper right now- I feel pressured to create
Someone close to me wants my paintings and they are in Italy
I’m in Chile and my old paintings- I dunno - maybe they are stil at her house

Help me Bob Ross to create a new

His show, his personality were so soothing.....
good poem, touches on ,much more than just Bob

Ty