He is

He is a mirror you see in the fun house or the museum
the one you stand in front of and see more than one image
the first image you see is beautiful

stand there for awhile
and you see
another distorted picture

How can such a kindhearted person deceive you?
What has he suffered to make this monster appear before you?

How can you know?
He hides behind his ghosts every second of his existence

After some prodding

it becomes more c l e a r

pressure to be someone you are not on the inside
moving from place to place when you need solid ground to grow
out at sea for months on end
was that man on the gurney screaming out in pain going to be okay?
how did that happen?

go child this is not your place to be

find a hiding place
escaping to my canvas...subject ANYTHING;a bird landed on the deck

what is in its' mouth?
is that a fish?

Immersed into a place of your birth at a time of instability and confusion
How old am I today?

Traveling on a bus full of dreams

Where is my pencil and paper?

Why did we stop???? Who are these angry men in uniforms
Let me go
I do not belong among you...

I am not of the age...see my papers

Falling in daldrums of chaos and forced to fight in a conflict that I do not fully understand. Months of war and death, images like slow clicks of a camera.

Images I wish can be erased from my mind
Is this man I am sleeping next to breathing?

Are you alive.........

close
my
eyes

I am not here.....

Woke up in a military hospital with a bullet in my leg
I have to go back.....what do you mean I have satisfied my duty?

Returning to the states. America.....the land where they take everyting for granted.
Do they even know what is going on just south of them?

Fighting back my ghosts everyday....I find my true love

only to be deceived....

I've given you everything.... Who is this man? What about our child?

A burning passion deep inside. I have to exalt the pain, the memories

Where is my brush? Where is my bottle?

e m p t y


Test it anyway....got a taste

When did I drink that? Days merge into weeks...Weeks merge into months

My trials of normality, responsibility, PuRpOsE
Failing with each tilt of the head....burning in my throat and belly

Can't drive anymore
Can't pay my bills

Who was that girl? Surrounding myself with soul sappers

People like me.... looking for purpose

and

not finding it

Drowning in sadness

Spinning in this vicious circle...round round round

He needs to get out of here

Can't you hear him? H E L P


To be continued.....

We sometimes resort to harmful ways to deal with life's strife
we poison our bodies on days we feel we cannot deal
what seems as an easy way out
is only a cop out

I look upon these walls and see
such creativity

Healthful ways to deal with our struggles
an understanding and acceptance of oneself


Let us repose
look at each pose

Is this self-indulgent crap (sic)?
or is that just slap stick?

We are not of one color, race or creed
we are all from the same seed

I see a women at peace with herself
through a camera lens
reflecting on her day or taking a stand

She does not see flaws
for there are no laws that are written
telling us how we must appear
or who we must fear when there eyes lay upon us

the beauty is in expression
expression of one's soul
of one's heart

we can express ourselves with a gentle stroke of a brush on canvas
or with some creative words on paper
or some do not waver when grasping the camera
or opening their voice in song


Thank you, Christy and Sarah
you have a beautiful aura about you
you've shared a piece of your soul
and spread your creativity

Come to our art exhibit if you can. The pieces were hung this week and they look beautiful. I am looking forward to seeing everyone there. Peace, Jen