I have always had a fascination with the written word, the ability to paint with words is amazing. I really dig writing lyrics, writing poems, and short stories. I have recently been moved to words with my paintings, upon viewing the fresh, wet canvas the urge to compose has come forth, and I run with it.

	Sad angel (24x36) How can it be, as an angel you are sad like me? I find strength in your sorrow, pray for a better tomorrow. So much alike and yet we are totally alone. Has time turned my sad angel into stone?
	Broken Angel (36x48) Broken angel you come to me every night as I dream you are flawed in life perfect by night my broken angel make everything alright
	Always (14x17) Sharpie pen Burned out, but burning on in memory your always around you live forever in my mind as I look up into the sky or at night when I dream you will always be part of me
	Take it to heart (14x17) Sharpie pen Wisdom from the pain never feels the same as you walk in the dark its on the other side when you realize you took it to heart