“There’s no retirement for an artist, it’s your way of living
so there’s no end to it.”
::: Henry Moore :::
© 2010
“There’s no retirement for an artist, it’s your way of living
so there’s no end to it.”
::: Henry Moore :::
© 2010

I am not afraid of the fire
I am not afraid of the wind
I am not afraid of the storm
I am not afraid of the tornado
I am afraid of the calm
When calm arrives
I have usually expired
When calm arrives
I have usually become numb
When calm arrives
I have usually left a long time ago
I decided to leave
Not to see the dragon anymore
I met the dragon long time ago when I was very young
But I closed my eyes
I did not see the flames, but felt them
Then I told myself
The flames were the summer heat
I told myself
The flames were young love
I told myself
The flames were the passion
I told myself the flames
Were the lust
But I saw the flames
I pretended I was cold
Needed the flames to keep me warm
I pretended I was blind
Needed the flames as my light
I pretended I was sleep
Needed the smoke from the flames to wake me up
I just closed, pretended there were no flames
I don’t like the dragon
I can’t pretend there is no flame anymore
I am not cold
I am not blind
And I am not sleep
I am calm
And I have left a long time ago.
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© 2010

I watched my cat today
catching the last golden
rays of the sun…
he looked so beautifully
serene.
I realized
how lucky
I am.
(Actress, former Miss California 1944
my BFF & my neighbor)
© 2010
we cannot make someone
have the same feelings
for us
or have the same intensity…
it either is or it isn’t.
they either do or they don’t
things either will or they won’t.
thy will be done….
and so we stay
or move on
© 2010
I am for music
and poetry
less cynical.
I am not afraid to express myself
or cry.
I believe in the redeeming qualities
of real love and friendship.
I am fearless.
I want to project something touching
and caring
that can break down
indifference.
Photo by Ben Lambert
Poster by Paul Adsett
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© 2010
“Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.”
© 2010



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