I worked like a dog as an industry cog.
I wrote one thousand five hundred weekly reports,
none of them read by my cohorts.
I was a team player, never a nay sayer.
I had good bosses and bad,
so many meetings it is sad.
I shifted paradigm, and carried the party line.
I did lunches and brunches.
I thought ouside the box,
and did not cross the line.
I had 5-meeting-days,
and a 50-email-an-hour pace
well - all that stress pays.
And one day I stopped, the bubble had popped.
I jumped off the cliff of this financial bliss.
I started to paint and without restraint
I make a world of my own
where beauty and compassion is shown.
Colors are bright,
interiors are drenched in sun light,
figures and gestures
portraits and textures.
I paint because I have only ONE life,
and when you posess a painting of mine,
you too, have escaped the doldrums of nine to five.
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Peeling back the skin
reveals an new world within.
Shiny and clean
not a spot on its sheen
and what do we get
with the new world set?
Junk food is healthy
Unix is friendly
Claculus is easy
Loosing weight is a piece of cake.
Terrorists are happy on Zoloft
the government debt is payed off
Poverty has been eliminated
All software bugs exterminated
It's ideal, comfy, and clean
all we do is watch TV and eat ice cream
one thing that we forgot
this new world, is just not HOT