Rags |
A rag left on a table top
for someone to pick up
another slate is wiped clean
in some war or
some selfless act
destroying lives
flickering on a television screen.
A man lays half...
Posted by Francis A on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 09:26:00 PST |
the carousel of childhood misplaced dreams |
A hollow church morning lineup.
Where snow cradled the carousel of childhood misplaced dreams
A horse without a stance
The homeless without a chance.
The lace lineage torn
The ...
Posted by Francis A on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 11:34:00 PST |
Diamonds of the open eyes |
A deposit box
not strong enough for the homeless sleep of streets
A man without gloves says I am one in a million for
stopping and listening in this cold cold night.
There is a r...
Posted by Francis A on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 03:13:00 PST |
Cavalry for the broken hearted |
A rush to the rescue
no stratum
to catch a falling star.
the blinding lights in your eyes
closing the darkness swells inside.
Who could explain this wordless pulse
flowing unexplainably ...
Posted by Francis A on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 08:32:00 PST |
Pearlized junipers |
Time lapsed tulips and dreams carved
into pearlized junipers
The endearing hearts scrolled before the wounded night.
What is your intent?
Romance at the moonrise
sta...
Posted by Francis A on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 10:08:00 PST |
Light of the golden lovers |
New Painting
Light of the golden lovers-Francis A Willey 2006
Mixed on canvas
6X2 feet
http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i104/brightsoul/Thegoldenl overs.jpg...
Posted by Francis A on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 03:48:00 PST |
Pink sunset at confessional |
A new painting:
Pink sunset at confessional-Francis A Willey
Mixed on Canvas
6X2 feet
http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i104/brightsoul/pinksunset atconfessional.jpg...
Posted by Francis A on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 04:27:00 PST |
Fire falling timber |
A flash in the window seems like
a streak of a fallen star
Another glimmer of lights on the wet stone
after the rainshower
captures the imagination like fire falling timber.
...
Posted by Francis A on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 08:08:00 PST |
Lost Companions |
She invested her best interest in the fleeting kiss
Nothing could keep her grounded
even though her wings were clipped.
A ship of foolish lovers
always passed her by
all her colours were like a...
Posted by Francis A on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 01:57:00 PST |
She dances to regrets |
He asks for one penny for a song
While the travellers carry through the threshold of the boulaverd.
No one responds to his heart felt songs
A longing rings out under the dust and ...
Posted by Francis A on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 01:33:00 PST |
