May 7, 2010
word for word in reverse
can
we
survive
we
die young
we don’t have to
give it up
drinking, smoking, and all the bad stuff
we give up
we allow addiction to control our lives
there is no way that
we can still turn our lives around
with all the illnesses we have
it is too late for us
we don’t believe
it is possible
word for word in reverse
it is possible
we don’t believe
it is too late for us
with all the illnesses we have
we can still turn our lives around
there is no way that
we allow addiction to control our lives
we give up
drinking, smoking, and all the bad stuff
give it up
we don’t have to
die young
we
survive
we
can
we
survive
we
die young
we don’t have to
give it up
drinking, smoking, and all the bad stuff
we give up
we allow addiction to control our lives
there is no way that
we can still turn our lives around
with all the illnesses we have
it is too late for us
we don’t believe
it is possible
word for word in reverse
it is possible
we don’t believe
it is too late for us
with all the illnesses we have
we can still turn our lives around
there is no way that
we allow addiction to control our lives
we give up
drinking, smoking, and all the bad stuff
give it up
we don’t have to
die young
we
survive
we
can
Apr 30, 2009
Eliana and Adrian
Eliana, giving, warming, radiating light,
meets Adrian, absorbing, taking, cold and dark,
at the edge where day meets night
“Be as I,” she says,
“we can be warm”
“Cold is part of my being,
warmth I have none to give”
“Be as I,” she says,
“I am illuminating”
“Dark is my being,
even in your light,
else none you’d see”
“Be as I,” she says,
“I’m giving”
“Taking is part of my being,
be that warmth or light,
I give what I can
coldness to warmth,
darkness to light”
“Be as I,” she says,
“I am a star”
“I am the space in which you dwell”
“I do shine everywhere,
in all directions from my core”
“Your shine is only within me,
you can not shine around me”
“I‘m giving life,” she says
“By taking your own,” says he
“Be as I,” she says,
“be giving, warming, radiate with me”
“I have no core that‘s self consuming,
I can not take from self to give,
as water I surround whatever is within”
“Darkness I give, darkness I am,
is this not what you need to shine?”
“Coldness I give, coldness I am,
your heat would quicken my demise,
if I were another sun”
“I’m giving life,” she says
“I am forever,” he replies
23. Apr 2009
meets Adrian, absorbing, taking, cold and dark,
at the edge where day meets night
“Be as I,” she says,
“we can be warm”
“Cold is part of my being,
warmth I have none to give”
“Be as I,” she says,
“I am illuminating”
“Dark is my being,
even in your light,
else none you’d see”
“Be as I,” she says,
“I’m giving”
“Taking is part of my being,
be that warmth or light,
I give what I can
coldness to warmth,
darkness to light”
“Be as I,” she says,
“I am a star”
“I am the space in which you dwell”
“I do shine everywhere,
in all directions from my core”
“Your shine is only within me,
you can not shine around me”
“I‘m giving life,” she says
“By taking your own,” says he
“Be as I,” she says,
“be giving, warming, radiate with me”
“I have no core that‘s self consuming,
I can not take from self to give,
as water I surround whatever is within”
“Darkness I give, darkness I am,
is this not what you need to shine?”
“Coldness I give, coldness I am,
your heat would quicken my demise,
if I were another sun”
“I’m giving life,” she says
“I am forever,” he replies
23. Apr 2009
Apr 19, 2009
Feb 5, 2009
Graphic artwork
Graphic artwork
This gives a small overview of my artwork. Most are available as cards, framed prints, some up to large size canvas prints at: http://www.redbubble.com/people/heinz
Dec 17, 2008
She married Monday
She married Monday
Monday, ten to twelve,
her it for life
the date passed as
each fleeting moment
left behind
in time
The wall’s been taken,
carry who may have the strength,
so too the tower Eiffel built,
red bridge too far
she never spoke in steel
it’s not her style
Monday, ten to twelve
no chance to disappoint
polygamous games
not entertained
none knew it would be hers
none knows its face
so now she’s married
to a Monday moment
left in time
a ten to twelve, to be precise,
to it she’s faithful
all her life
‘it’ changed,
for some becoming you,
becoming him or her, not it
the life’s within, speaks back,
is calm in understanding,
although not all will do
© Heinz Ross, Gold Coast, Australia
5 Dec 2008
Monday, ten to twelve,
her it for life
the date passed as
each fleeting moment
left behind
in time
The wall’s been taken,
carry who may have the strength,
so too the tower Eiffel built,
red bridge too far
she never spoke in steel
it’s not her style
Monday, ten to twelve
no chance to disappoint
polygamous games
not entertained
none knew it would be hers
none knows its face
so now she’s married
to a Monday moment
left in time
a ten to twelve, to be precise,
to it she’s faithful
all her life
‘it’ changed,
for some becoming you,
becoming him or her, not it
the life’s within, speaks back,
is calm in understanding,
although not all will do
© Heinz Ross, Gold Coast, Australia
5 Dec 2008
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