Today in group there is 6 of us Veterans. Wes, Adam, Lucy, Terre, Carlos, and myself.  Who was missing, the other Marine Patrick, and Air Force – Classic Rick! Leilani was there with new challenges, i took it, and it is below. I picked Adam out of the pile, and had to slide it left after already thinking i knew what i was going to write about… so the assignment was to write from the persons voice – whoever U picked, and muse the topic of the paper we read in class. That is this paper at the bottom. And below, is my reading.

Oh shit, now i am totally confused, and what the fuck to write, oh wait, slow down a minute, that is not what the mind of the Squire would say, exactly, this squire is a Woman loving to pen the thought that is not so bemusing – but rather the figuring out, and changing the way things are for this generation of a woman not to have to go through the bullshit

okeydokey – totally failing on this assignment… and i hate it, but the assignment is to use the name in the voice of speaking to the muse – musically inclination of those piano keys flowing like the butter that is running off your bagel, but wait, is it running off the bagel, or melting into the dish.

The keys, into melodic bliss, like a tangential array of flowers, peering into all those colors, you see the beauty from every note coming together to meet the note last played. I see it, high chimneys billowing with smoke that yet does not constrict the passages of throat nor ears, nor the eyes from seeing then the forested trees bare naked branches but blanketed with the outline of snow, and the footprints that lead to the trunk, with two indented hand prints that went through the snow and onto that bark that was once hidden by drifted outlines, the texture and contrast stunning, as the ice has encased the roughness of bark making a window into the caverns of the lifeform holding it’s breath to be able to breath the exhalation of its admirers once again in spring as it gains leaves and flowers and fragrance and a fuller dance in the ebb and flow of sway

can U stay for just awhile to take in the essence of the chill of winter, yet you are still warm with that same blanket covering you, and the flames that also purge the antiquated music from your soul to make rise for new bars that are now playing on the keys. Reach me, melt my anguish of a path wished to never be on, but for the yearning of the fullness of life, and the inhibitions thrown to a concrete wall that is where they hung for the longest whiles while i was wild.

Am i close 13:25:33

By Richard Rodgers – and my art linked to it

Love Ocean – limited edition for 10 pieces the 6′ acrylic. Each person who buys a 72″ (6′) acrylic (the first 10 will get a certification of authenticity to the limited edition series. After 10 i will stop all sales except for cards of this piece.