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Paintings by their nature are accidents waiting to happen, Prejudice is restrained as the balance between natural occurrences, with my minds hand, mingle to express the universal spirit in its infinite variations.

Nothing has been learned by the endless cycle of violence upon others for the good of all in the future. One voice does not speak for all, we must all learn to speak with one voice. We are at a wall, The weapons are to dangerous, the population is to large, demand is soon passing supply on natural resources, we are on the brink of a world religious war and still no consequence of actions, seeing the end of the means is ignored in selfish self indulgence where judgment separates into excuse and reason. We are at a wall.

Mother should we trust the Government

The Walter Reed Medical Center issue regarding lack of care, extends all the way to the President and all of his men.

its their headache

David and Goliath

In war, we are all prisoners

World Hunger

Sorrow

Etched on the side wall of life's bowel

The extreme excrement of passion

Deep rooted anxiety

Curious inhabitants of the minds wandering chorus

Interaction thrives, growing in the fertile grounds of perplexed voices

Shallow murmurs forming sides, stretching from mind to mind

Paths paced from beginning to end in the relentless absence of peace

Above and beyond, when not a dream, is far to far out of reach

By Brian Morrison

endless rows

endless feats

sullen warriors

empty streets

heretics scream

woman cry

the lonely brother

for whom he died

and while on a slow roll to... how bout this one

Seamless time of eternity

stretching for endless time

hands

ticking moments flow through

threads

moment of uncertain minds

endless cycle wanting

knowledge

simple rules, human desire

catch me quick

fall

pits of ignorance below

trapped

membrane of life

grips

When we wait to see what tomorrow brings, we miss what happens today

Brian