Scarf of death
Venus smiling before my eyes...

Hark now, the trees' prayer,
you can hear its sound...

Fear, disgust, repulsion, all this and more etched...
Inside my tortured mind the memory of my screams...

This broken life
has too much junk...

Connections that emanate from the Lotus flower...
M. Moran...

You look at me with pretty eyes,
you look at me, I know not why...

You speak to me a language
My ears don't understand...

My heart is so lonely
and yearns for a home...

Look into the sky and embrace this day. See how...
Her beautiful mind, body and soul are of little...

~ The Looking Glass ~
An observation of the following painting...

~ The Looking Glass ~
An observation of the following painting...

'We're ready mum'
The chorus cries...