To you who portray art...

Comment to both written and to those to be wrote... a continues epilogue of phrase... May you hear it and it hear you...



Thus in the apex of being shall you then call forth the culling of your nature so to bestow the awareness or the lack thereof to confused minds... be it all if nothing and more than you have set forth in written word... to note and sent off...

An ominous night filled with ridicule... Hmmm... thought to ink to paper... and ideals granted a notion given and taken from one soul to the next... shared...

Parting is such sweet sorrow... even if it is but thoughts we part from...