A World aside All others,

But it can be done.However, human contact,In some casesIs preferred by some.

That is the artist’s plightAnd lack of light,But still he plungesThru the creative doorHoping and prayingTo get it right!With artistic courageAs love,Never giving up!

Won’t do us any harm,It can tell,A newfound truthPaint a portrait,Be love’s proofOpen eyes,To Nature’s WorldAnd bring hope,Thru worded pearls.

Of something,That is my lifeIn frightening whitenessI try to calculate the futureBut the past is all I seeAnd the wavy whiteness isLike an all invasive, SeaThat becomes oppressiveAnd terribly distastefulFrustrating allThat’s near to me.Time is no longer waiting,Now only darknessDo I see,Life’s a film in black and whiteDirected by circumstances,And Destiny,Never yours,Never really free.

Reaching out, minds meet,Without objection.The Heart and Feelings,Crossing Time and Distance,Are the projection,Of a human film,That when properly handled,Runs it’s story without, deception,And includes, above allMuch wanted, human affection.

That things can only get worse,And if they don’t,He is Not,Pleasantly surprised!