Mostly

Fair is justice

Her eyes wide

Even in her blindness

She is wise

And trust her

With your life.

We live for something, we live for an improvement, the rising of something, rather than falling.

I know the day is short and that is why I smile.

She was a bliss of another kind

The past can be the fertilizer for the future.

Let the new dreams begin said the skin.

We live in the master equation

Fishes Love in confusion

But they have their freedom

Unless put in an aquarium.

Without love

What is there

it scares

but it

for love

in this

solar field

when you walk

glide

love is apart of it all

apart of the story

must return

for fields

Lover

O lover.

God

What is happening

I need a sign

The birds are calling

Let me know

Let me see

Help this

bird

I can't see out

Of this fog

This uncertainty

It makes no sense

But to let my mind

Get serene

Then perhaps

Perhaps

We will see.

What do I consider good art vrs. great art?

I have a hard time answering that question. I just remember feeling lucky when I have found something that was great. I feel much of the good stuff is just fine. Only problem it is akin to elevator music or so pretending that it is a joke. So it is really easy to feel that I need to give the good stuff a chance, because in some way it might actually be great, but not truly. It is rare dedication and other things that bring art to that hight. But I am open. I think humans are full of surprises and also aliens have neat surprises.