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Warheads, 2017

Tank, 2018
Ink, Graphite, 7″ x 5″

Tanks. Tanks.
I’m tanking and tinkering
while lingering
on a thought
that I’ve fought
for a time
until I stopped.
I bought into a life
that bleeds strife
Got caught in a life
and I was blind.

My mask of defenses –
Add shading
to all of the angles.
See reality fading.
The truth lies behind
the lies we find
to comfort us.

The triumphant ones I find
leave their masks behind
and stay true to the Divine.

Become as a shield to bounce off the energy not meant for you,
but don’t hide so deeply that you forget to introduce yourself.

Thanks for taking the time to read my poetry – illustrations are available for purchase in the Shop.

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