Glass Houses Those who reside in glass housesShould be careful of throwing stonesYou've set yourself on highLooking down from your egotistical throneVision has been obscuredYou form a diabolical schemeThinking your view is flawlessYou are a destroyer of dreamsYour eyes fixate and covetYou steal without any remorseExercise false authorityYou push and take by forceWith eyes that never look inwardWith only a view of hateYour countenance cold and ruthlessYou'll meet an unwelcome fateThe stones you so casually threwI now hold tight in my gripYou never thought I had the strengthTo retaliate against your harsh fistI effort
River Called Life Somewhere East of EdenCaught in an upward stareLost track of time and spaceStranded in these desert sands of nowhereFeel the burning raysOf a scorching noonday sunMy eyes so blinded by the heatLooking downward suddenly I'm stunnedIn a crystal clear riverTeaming with exotic lifeI have been dying of thirstStanding in water waist highCupping my hands togetherI bring refreshing water to my lipsFeel an exhilarating rushI dive beneath the depthsHow could I have not realizedHow could I not have knownI was standing in these beautiful watersThis River called Life... all along
Sta.sh
Please show my Wacom Dreams contest entry some love 
Please show my Wacom Dreams contest entry some love 
