What is a person's value?
What is their worth?
Can it be based solely
On what is found in their empty purse?
Twenty-two fierce beasts
Strive to control one small ball
Gladiators of the numbered turf
Helmeted heads and padded limbs
22 soldiers on the field
No more, no less, at any time
There is a certain magic
To the first frost of the year
When autumn’s golden halo
Has been kissed by Winter’s cheer.
Television is his game
As an Artist
I have faced a canvas burning bright
All of it empty
All of it white.
Time is but a fleeting moment for us...
Brief seconds in the Universe's life
The flash of a Nebula's awakening
The implosion of a high mass star.
Bite of juicy apple
Tastes of the unforbidden
I try to view each and every day
As if I were looking at it
Through Rose Colored Glasses.
Talk is cheap
That’s what they say
Say what you mean
And mean what you say.