The Social Misfit

Every artist has a muse. A trigger. A particular something. This starts a new work of art. A poem. A sculpture. A story... For me, it is a...

Passing below Infinite arches Gliding over Grand vistas Wind whistling Waves crashing Never ending Nightmare Falling through Skies ...

Do you ever question your existence? Where are we headed? What is the destination? Do you ever think, for once, that you have come from a ...

Wings of Flights Of imagination Soaring Through the stars Going through All possible Dimensions Of existence. Unshackled For once....

Faces. Everywhere you go, Faces, and their expressions. Blank. Do you see the Eyes, though. Their expressions say so much. Masks. All...

Some days are very paradoxical. Summer cheer, bright sunny afternoons, smiling faces, but deep within is despondence. There is no particul...

It no longer exists. But I really and truly want to go there. That land of long ago, where my heart belongs. No it no longer exists, but l...