A peom about a really important influence to me that is no longer with us today.

I always admire people with great talent on painting.

Liberty for enlisted men at Norfolk, Va. in days of yore…

Paint me like I am.

Life’s troubles can be unbearable but there are little ones about which we may complain, particularly when they appear and soon disappear. Now and then, we tend to become overly-anxious and worry too much, when such troubles are considered to be trifling.

I believe that peace is obtained through war, What I mean by this is if there wasn’t war how would we know what peace is? Essentially this poem is about my personally struggle with art in itself but reflecting on war.

Paint a picture with words!

Trying to paint a portrait of the way you want life. Paint a portrait to let go of the pain of the past.

Undecided.

We will always be judged on what we wear, how we talk, look, our actions; but we have to stay true to ourselves, that’s the only way we’ll survive.