Bleed.

He[Art] of The E[Art]h.

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Shed tears for the weary;

Hug the world with both arms,

& though I preach wistful wisdom,

You know I think with my heart.

You know I’d bleed for less fortunate,

I’ve barely learned from my past…

Seems I’m a glutton for penance;

Thank God it’s used for mine art.


Another old poem I owed an audience.

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