After seven months of abstaining from alcohol, my wife and I toasted the harvest last night with a glass of champagne, a gift from our
Everything was in Harmony. I was complete. Then descended the Fire, consuming My round balanced table. But It released the fount Of untold blessings, The
I asked the Lord, “why Am I always being smacked Around? Am I not Your son?” He said, “Son, Your power is greater Than all
Born into exile, I walk among the pillars Where our heroes fell. My head is bowed, yet Unbroken am I. I watch, Listen, learn secrets
They would me forfeit My lovely SUV and Drive an old Civic They want to take what I’ve earned because they can’t see My value.
This painting is so Glorious, it pisses me Off. Way to hog all The talent, Jan Van Eyk. I have to be content Not creating