Here take this manic addiction of mine, pump chemicals to see how long I shall remain alive.
Take over the entire my universe in a female body and brain.
Just save me when I am mental or insane.
Read me. Draw me. Not the dangerous kind for prison I fear.
I might write a book to be a maturity I have observed my life.
Lock me into a war of fear.
Feeding the sharp digestion is full of wealth and destruction of all time.
Living us the monster is the most challenging feeling I mind.
San Francisco vs. Midland is forever the champion of the heart and the battle of safety.
Two bags of clothes, a heavenly little sister for I must be here with no future in sight.
The stars are forever lost buried in the digital numbers of time.
A manic state of circumstances, the artwork was just enough to be the purpose.
The thought of drowning with the eyes closed in a trance of a tragic state,
Drug of choices is the addiction over spans of long years hoping to die.
The confusion held together an audience that tried to make sense of the lines.
Why the loud colors and a storybook for anybody could figure out?
The uniqueness of a world of medicine and the art combined.
Leaving clues at all the museums, galleries, business world was all the creative one can do.
Holding a chest to a fresh gulp of air of the public eyes was the mark of freedom..
The expressions of the blind drawings of the sighted ways yet enough to see.
Let the good will of servicing and helping others in the community see the light bulb moment.
Over a year in time in front of others was not a form of payment of cash but a lovely luxury.
Let anyone tap the shoulder of disabled fleshed human and see if the brain can function.
Alive the community swelled in teacher of the blood of art in soul of the body and sense of respect.
A little yellow pill rescuing the goddess from the sky above made of curious myths and light.
Awards and achievements at the upmost compliment for seeing what I knew all along.
Now the mute chatterbox with words and visions of the future shall others see and digest alive.
Her sweetness met with angry bees and flowers done dried away to dust and hurting the eyes.
The feral child of a father and mother died with wide wings to the red phoenix shall rise.
Future young creatures filled with tears and regretting the learning they ignored for so long mean.
Crown the princess of not man of lies of hate and hide aside, let her hold humanity of the world.
The virus won’t stop til the scientist fights god on the humans and robots win the rest of life.
Harsh words from her life of good deeds, like Dorothy helps saves Oz the animals with feelings.
The salty land of the the mermaids that swim as they try, the stars are all rich empty and die.
The end of Earth may lay down and not swim, there he goes again take faith to fly again.
Never swam in the lakes at the age of 44, now shooting up forests and fish the lakes of blue
Take Canada with Dr. Peterson I need for all time, he is the wise man no doubt in mind.
Now I leave here my art and new stories for all time, remember me remember all time.
with the salt of the earth living now on great lakes,
Leaving behind publications of over 25 professional career was in Award-Winning international
Graphic Layout & Design, InternationalRadio Broadcasting as a Continuity Director.
Harsh college educational background in a undergraduate Bachelor’s degree in Medical Illustration
with the majors of Pre-Medicine and Fine Art from California State University in San Bernardino.
Going to leave a part of me alive in unmasking my past on digital data and paper.
There hides secrets of broken humans and the recovering of an art journey.
Everyone needs to know the truth to see the future of tomorrow.