Imagery

Long, long ago I broke the imagery With the post modern Random bombing Of events, the little Sweet bird of my mind Can not perch on a single Branch, moves From cave to cave, Can not concentrate Dragging from one Point to another, Disconnected. The gust of wind Blowing him away The flash flood Unplugged him From the root. In the canvas the complex Photo copy of The worries and anxieties Emotions … Broken, fragmented Volcanic and abrupt Intense, rough Tempted and wild. Stormed and haunted Souls run after illusions. Bleeding heart can not Focus, tears lost Colors, negatives Can not give you any more The images or photographs.