A Poster Of A Woman With Dreadlocks On Her Head Art

a tree in nature
a tree in nature
a tree in nature
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
a tree in nature
portrait of two people together
bicyle resting against a wall
a tree in nature
bicyle resting against a wall
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
Stoic philosopher
bicyle resting against a wall
animal standing in natural pose
Woman with green shadows and red highlights in the art style of Fauvism --v 6.1
Elegant woman with long, wavy hair surrounded by peacock feathers in the art style of Art Nouveau --v 6.1
Elegant woman with long, wavy hair surrounded by peacock feathers in the art style of Art Nouveau --v 6.1
Elegant woman with long, wavy hair surrounded by peacock feathers in the art style of Art Nouveau --v 6.1
Woman with green shadows and red highlights in the art style of Fauvism --v 6.1
Woman with green shadows and red highlights in the art style of Fauvism --v 6.1
Woman with green shadows and red highlights in the art style of Fauvism --v 6.1
Elegant woman with long, wavy hair surrounded by peacock feathers in the art style of Art Nouveau --v 6.1
bicyle resting against a wall
a statue of a man with a sword
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
a tree in nature
a man standing next to a woman sitting on a red chair
animal standing in natural pose
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
a tree in nature
serene landscape with mountains and water
a man and a woman standing next to each other
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
I lift up my eyes toward the sky; know my heart and home are there, where the ones before me lie. One day, I’ll be gathered up and carried to that place where I shall know as I am known, and see my Maker’s face. It’s appointed unto us just once to be: We linger here, but soon we’ll be set free. No more reaching upward ‘til we die, Our roots stay here. We stretch beyond the sky.
a painting of a woman in a blue dress
urban street with city activity
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
serene landscape with mountains and water
Missing person poster
Space Colony
New York City
Surveillance state checkpoint