a momentary smile

in this age of vanishing dreams and crying ghosts I find myself drawn again and again an undying connection to this work of art so out of time upon its' creation as to be an endless fascination for me so unlike the artist this suffering soul who's immense love and anguish for the less fortunate coupled with a talent too immense for one man created a burden that weighed upon his shoulders and his heart like a million captured tears then once upon a beautiful dream or perhaps just a clever thought or a baby's smile a brief respite from the pain he created the contradiction of his lifetime as if to say to all that may come to know him through what history dictates 'You see...I was not crazy!' and The Smoking Skull was born

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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