First end 

Game’s end 

Almost Neared 

We headed Out 
Ample proof 

Just happenstance 

fluctuating 

circumventing 

Our distance 

Threshold
You soar

~across the sky 

to look me 

In the eye 

Ikeep saying you want 

petrified 

like Wood

Scared 

Stiff 

Still 

  1. life 
  2. With woodpecker 
  3. A fly 
  4. Or Fad
  5. Gadfly 
  6. On the 
  7. Prowl 
  8. muse of song 
  9. mystic maker 

Ethos come Eros

May leaves April at the altar 

G Robinson 

found fond of 

An era where icons let bygones bemoan

cherri
cherity
tunnel
luge

time 



9 muses 9 lines

9 muses 

Epic poetry – Poet laureate – as if maya Angelou read the song of myself   But As everyone together imagine-

Music – Lyric poetry – voice of angels

Healing arts – dynamic  exchange, science quantum physics

All-encompassing  species survival

Painting – Sculpture – Film and Photography

Performance Dance  theater installation

Storytelling – cave painting – chronicles of humanity

public architecture – collective space

Tragedy and Comedy actors writers giving experience meaning

muse of collaboration  directors and conductors  🙌🏼 Those who fuse the ones who lead  living energy

creativity as  not just talent or   none At all

the final

the muse of alchemy

 

in 9 sec

 

 

anesthetize don’t agonize


And so

It was

With great

Abandon that

She ruled

The world

 



where chaos unfolds

It’s hard to know why you live


III – THE end painting “OBEY”

visiting the muse of graffiti epics

First the truth long suppressed (but still must be masked to prevent further bleeding) and then, some shot at healing.

Photographs all by me 

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