warm

keep your heart under control
and feel the smooth winds howl
kissing you
as remnants pass by

soft summer sky
forgotten
across the landscape torn
but she yields to no one
lying and dying
a violent streak hidden

behind blue eyes
she tells no one secrets
of stones unturned

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March 12, 2013
Categories: Love, Prairie Life . . Author: Gary

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  • Poetry of one. Voices of many

    My work explores the relationship between new class identities and emotional memories.
    With influences as diverse as Blake and Roy Lichtenstein, new combinations are created from both simple and complex meanings.
    Ever since I was a student I have been fascinated by the theoretical limits of the mind. What starts out as vision soon becomes corrupted into a tragedy of greed, leaving only a sense of decadence and the prospect of a new beginning.
    As temporal phenomena become frozen through boundaried and diverse practice, the viewer is left with an impression of the possibilities of our world.

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