Soul Sale

My soul is not for sale.

Cells are whirling. Balls are flying, Trees are snatched by the roots and tossed. I feel the race,
once again.

The winds change
I live in the lull
I sit in silence

No dream today
not yet

mind and body
push and pull

white sand and oil
smiles abound

Who are these teeth?

That SMILE



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Fish Eye Farm

I am an artist, surfer, musician. I travel. I write. Like everyone else - I am a photographer. I am a good photographer. I have a love for peace and humanity. I am a 5th generation Floridian. Raised in Whitehouse/Westside. I am a Peace Seeker through reading, writing and education.

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