August 31st, 2008

rasta peace


There's a poem on the first painting. It goes like this..

Life is crazy
Pick a daisy
Late in the morning
I'm feeling lazy
and hazy
and the future's
the day he
can't promise.
Once upon a forrest
in a cage
where no one
can harm us.
Once upon a time
we saught rest
from the best.
Inside the nest
we know our lives
are worth less
to some
but not to God.
So we pull ourselves up.

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