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.
Memorial Day
The Art of War Death Mask Survival
Copyright © 2005 2006 by Brian Morrison. All rights reserved.
Revised:
05/25/09 08:56:07 -0400.
Mother should we trust the Government
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 rowsendless featssullen warriorsempty streetsheretics screamwoman crythe lonely brotherfor whom he diedand while on a slow roll to... how bout this oneSeamless time of eternitystretching for endless timehandsticking moments flow throughthreadsmoment of uncertain mindsendless cycle wantingknowledgesimple rules, human desirecatch me quickfallpits of ignorance belowtrappedmembrane of lifegripsWhen we wait to see what tomorrow brings, we miss what happens todayBrian
Copyright © 2005 by Brian Morrison. All rights reserved.
Revised:
05/25/09 08:56:07 -0400.