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Evening on Karl Johan, hung like an
epoch of fear, been hung that way
for years.

A distorted molten queue of faces
lost against the heliotropic hue.
Sometimes it beckons me when I’m bored

Or ill. I stand to threaten it, defy it to reveal
Some hidden meaning, some minor detail
That perhaps I missed in my modern haze.

I swear one day a window changed, a silhouette
Of some horrific whore that wasn’t there before,
Cast its figure over my very being.

[img]http://www.calarts.edu/~rjaster/edvard- ... ohan_3.jpg[/img][/img]

Like it K, and the link that you give to this painting ;

[img]http://www.calarts.edu/~rjaster/edvard- ... ohan_3.jpg[/img]

PS. I added the painting with [img]YourLink[/img] by clicking the 'Img' button pasting your link then clicking the 'Img' button again.

Thanks DW,

I'll remember that.

K wrote:Evening on Karl Johan, hung like an

take this opportunity to post some of my newest poetry, for your pleasure. "o my dear, how sweet it is to love, to cherish and to caress. how pleasing are the pains of lust and worship, how youthful are the motions of effection, like spring-tides, or singing birds on sunday mornings. My angel is my meditation, my medication, my cure. And while I'm overflowed with sensuous love, all else is nothing."

OK then how about this,

Lets Wise Up

Maybe cheese is healthy, maybe cheese is not.
A little cheese may be good, but maybe not a lot ?
The experts say they know it all, and we must do what they say.
But these experts live no longer, not one bloody day !
So worry not about the texbooks, their truths are but a lie.
And let us try to really wise up before we really die !