Anasea footprints where art comes alive oil painting graphic design photography poetry New impresions from aspiring artists where a blending of the kaleidescope of creativity mixes and swirls into the mysterical magic that captivates the mind,from contempory, impressionist and abstract,thoughts are captured of the world and the people who capture it. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Because of what some people do you cant even love yourself pictures by Anette Kristiansen www.krianette.com http://www.nakri.co.uk/ 
I saw the tender tenon sawed through tendon rip saw of mis-guided hand teeth of terror tore my tunic was i wrong to be innocent did dominion give you glee my prison your ill intent darkness and disparity crippled and bent i ate of youth you seven by ten old and uncouth deflowering my zen a gaurd and gatekeeper i came to you a weeper for stolen youth you beat me,uncouth tender,tendon saw tooth your power gone seeped into dust tooth rusted and gone story tell a must deep in souls caress i found cure for tragic loss so here i endure as a woman...pure XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX of fireworks and gunpowder Bricked in a backyard great wall glares within brave meets timid dance does the dragon cultured,communed courtyard enchanted empire....ancient,s soft meets hard techni-colour paint,s the kremlin your shard in courts out back served up daughters students on the rack senseless slaughters of wheels and bruce lee chopsticks and karate great medicine of the east what will be your social yeast that will ease the beast 
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ageless non-entity,wondering bright name spilt in the mists only angels know my yearning raging,freedom of choice insists trembling ,din of a billion voices incites in me burning,blazing embers obsolete in action,we had no choices nobelity in us proudly remembers knights rusty,we insist in liberal internal ire bleeds, bruised bone love for you little one,eternal lament i will silently,you shone safely,named in arms of an angel 
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I want the lot of what you got and I want nothing that your not 
Mango leopard in grass..... lingers movement,melodic..... of other ways captivated,caught.....freedom from fingers eyes that echo eternity from pic to paints klokk katt knows.....of soft snows soul of savanaha.....artistic agenda brown brows.....gazing at the glows magical norse santa.....Morpheus your mantra mouth that murmer,s silent shows Tre to a deuce vast deep past orange juice... rolls to an ace Sno katt......cherry poised.....playfull blossoming.....berry pouncing.....damsel mystical.....merry ons sien jou lag ons hoor jou sag ons voel jou mag en ek wet een dag worlds of woman sun,s of daughters moons of men and universes of laughter will quasar in this garden | 
