In brightest dream the second older soul traverses
Across ten millennia time times ten
Spires of onyx and pyramids of crystal
The princess adorned in bejeweled gold
Long hair that flows with thought
Eyes of indigo that pierce and warm
Lips of ruby etched in porcelain
Into the ocean Atlantis descended
Through arcane science old when we were apes
She ascended beyond form
Her beauty now eternal
Flame of Moses
From bush came a flame
From flame came the word
From word came holy history
From holy history came the War
From the War came the end of Man
But not the end….
Some are born on a golden bridge and their destination does not matter.
He heard the thud that broke his head.
His gold was taken.
His clothes were taken.
In a cloak of dirt he sank ever deeper.
Something in him would not stop as he dreamed green dreams.
His skin became leaves.
His bones became wood.
When he awoke, the man wanted to walk to the town for vengeance.
The green in him wanted roots instead of legs.
Honk, honk on the road to the happy city!
So bright, so bright in the happy city!
When I grow up I will go to live in the happy city!
Will you come with me to the happy city?
Let’s all go together in a big pink car to the happy city!
Love thy neighbor
The world is not a neighborhood
Maybe we should build that neighborhood!
Warm wine in a full belly
Yellow moon mirrored in the Yellow River
Sinking in the mirror of water he drowned
His death like his life a struggle with illusion and truth
When his third eye opened
He could see the thoughts of others as bluish fractals
Feelings were rippling circles of orange
God’s plan, a web-like, whitish vapor everywhere
Most say he’s mad
A very few are not so sure
Because sometimes he knows
What they think
What they feel
And warnings about the vapor are always correct
Thank you for loving us despite our sins
First expansion then….
Immensities within immensities open in waves of joy
Eternities within eternities unlocked
Beautiful but wrong
In satori the truth
WereVerse Universe Baby!
Striking paintings, Hugh. I especially like Li Bai and Kensho. I’m a former colleague of your Dad’s in ATL, and a poet. Do you have a current email for him? Want to send him my new book:
The email I have for my dad in my address book is:
I hope the above email still works. Thanks for the kind comments about the paintings. Good luck with your book! I have a page that contains the first chapter of my SF novel Half Square and am looking for an agent. But of course everyone is looking for an agent!
cool, good luck!
Thanks, I plan to get the artwork organized into a Lulu.com ebook sometime.