What is it about this Heart of Man that it cannot understand?
It pines and waits for weirdest things and beats I Can, I Can.
It shies away with shame and blocks out regret;
And yearns for love with baited breath,
You ask too much of heart of man,
The world is busy each one has a plan
For now we need a time and place to sit and talk with you;
Maybe on an idle Tuesday or a day my chores are few.
Oh Heart of Man, how do you do?
Let's talk if you have time,
I know you ache for patient ears,
Your pain is just as mine.
You are so small, oh Heart of Man,
As small as my left fist,
Nobody cares for your loveless rant;
They all just want
What is it about this Heart of Man that it cannot understand?
It pines and waits for weirdest things and beats I Can, I Can.
It shies away with shame and blocks out regret;
And yearns for love with baited breath,
You ask too much of heart of man,
The world is busy each one has a plan
For now we need a time and place to sit and talk with you;
Maybe on an idle Tuesday or a day my chores are few.
Oh Heart of Man, how do you do?
Let's talk if you have time,
I know you ache for patient ears,
Your pain is just as mine.
You are so small, oh Heart of Man,
As small as my left fist,
Nobody cares for your loveless rant;
They all just want
"The Brown Room had a single occupant".
"The Brown Room had a single occupant".
"The Brown Room had a single occupant".
"The Brown Room had a single occupant" Leon repeated for the fourth time. His small frame shook as he buried his face in hands and cried. The short, lanky waiter with curly hair was a hit with his friends and colleagues. His kind face and warm smile made him popular amongst the guest too. How young Leon got into this mess is what everybody outside the manager's office stood and thought.
Fear and anxiety draw such lines across a man's face that they transform him from a human to a haunted creature. Leon the waiter at The
What is it about this Heart of Man that it cannot understand?
It pines and waits for weirdest things and beats I Can, I Can.
It shies away with shame and blocks out regret;
And yearns for love with baited breath,
You ask too much of heart of man,
The world is busy each one has a plan
For now we need a time and place to sit and talk with you;
Maybe on an idle Tuesday or a day my chores are few.
Oh Heart of Man, how do you do?
Let's talk if you have time,
I know you ache for patient ears,
Your pain is just as mine.
You are so small, oh Heart of Man,
As small as my left fist,
Nobody cares for your loveless rant;
They all just want
I created this account a long time ago, but somehow I never got around posting anything. I do pay DA a visit quite often but submitting art gives me the shivers.
So after a lot of coxing from my inner self and under the innfluence of fine tobacco and cheap single malt whiskey. Last night I decided 'here goes nothing!'
It's quite silly, important and special to me though. A 'Hypothesis' simply put is a known or factual 'Phenomenon' and Rachel is the name of the woman I love. So I keep these beautiful portraits, really inspirational work in this collection that is named after the most beautiful woman I who has even walked the planet. As I said silly, but this is all such awe inspiring work it deserves an equally beautiful ode!