Psycho Ceutical Phases

OBrain rolls on radio waves speaking into silent space. Harbingers of darkness long forgotten in capsules laced With super-sonic powers sent from some elaborate office Space. And lost time I once remembered  Original Art by Steven White Cayce, South Carolina

Blazing Fury

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Ask me no questions. Mollification spins lies. I am a manikin for a phantasm. A gimpy, halting vassal A revenant, fit for one. Fueled,  impassioned, to self-combustion.

Loved Forever IV

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I can almost see her! Insurmountable Joy is breaking into my world again. A coming brightness filling heart and soul… Dreams bring a likeness of her into focus for a fleeting moment. I look around and she’s gone! Bring her closer! Is her hair light or dark? It’s silk…

Nude

  Art on trial Unfinished nude Waiting…she for her final debut I, my muse  

Blinded to the Light

Once my son said to his daughter “Grandma is a little crazy but you can trust her.” Although she was just three years old, hearing him say that in my hearing meant that I had come a long way. My best friend of over forty years once told me that when I came to her…

A Strange Gift

pin.it/w4a5xiexgrhhcu What you like one day is a whimsical fleeting fantasy of mind, often coming from the pure joy an image brings. It creates a story perhaps or a poem. How happy to find over months-even years-this small Joy trickles alone bringing inspiration or dreams or happiness to dozens of others. I wish I knew…