"Duck. a revisit" Pen, ink and Pastel on Fabriano 8x10 by Terrence L Cope
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"September 4th" Sketch on Fabriano 8x10, by Terrence L Cope
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All the children are grown today, like dreams, they've up and gone their way

While we sit as trees that've taken root, make beleiving we are clouds

and grasp that freedom from our thoughts and shout these deeds aloud,

Yet Shallow and small, this need to feel some "purpose by design"

We search and pray for fathers grace to provide some sort of sign,

A simple smile, some simple feat, you know, change our water into wine,

Or better yet, a nod of head, a passing glance .... sent our way,
As if to say ... we did alright ................... we did OK

Still we grasp for something gone, we know not what but something's wrong

We reach for times sacrifial dreams, you remember, schoolyard themes, 
Ones that once defined your being, all those songs you sang along with

Yet as we breathe, we continue to dance to whatever music's that was played

And we dance, and dance in those clouds above until we dance our dreams away.

When I

was

young

I

would

walk

on

rocks

Without

Shoes

"Duck-study" 2010; 8x10 Pen and Ink on paper
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"Ter' remembered in red" 2010 8x10 Pen, Ink and Graphite on Paper
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We were raised by wolves

Fed on wine and diamonds

To hunt the night,

our only thrill

With eyes a-glow

We'd make the kill

Yes, we were raised by wolves

We run with the pack

We dine at night on vampires

That hunt the night

We bury their bones

in sacks out back

Outside our home

Yes, we run with the pack

We howl at the night

We sing and dance to moonlight

Which shines so bright

It frightens the day

In shadows dark

We stalk our prey, soon

We'll howl at the moon

"Red Cruci-fiction" 2010 8x10 Pen, Ink and Acrylic on Paper
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Morning comes,
We lie still in its light
Most joyous of time
When day comes from night
Soft is this bed
a warm where we lay
So give me this moment
To start off mt day


and while you're up ..... make coffee

"Lost-a sketch" 2010 Pen, Ink and Graphite on Paper
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Freefalling
We were just having fun
Following the sun
Coming so close
We thought we could touch
The face of the stars

"Blue prayer" 2010 8x10 Pen and Ink on Paper
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I raise it up
In troubled times
To part these seas
And vanquish foes
to ease my mind
to hold my soul
protect, provide
and When I sin
Lord, please
Lay your hands on me

"Blue Girl Nude - Sketch" 2010 8x10 Pen and Ink wash of paper
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So far away

So much distance

I run

But stumble

I fall

Watching

I strain
Squinting to see

Thru the distance

One mind
Consumed

With one thought

Clouded in fear

Bundled
against the cold
against the rain
against the unknown 

Baby steps

So tired, so tired
Can't feel my legs
Anger

Focus on the anger

Focus, focus

It's what keeps me moving

One step

Another step
In the dark

Clawing the wall

As I grope

Bleeding

Like an animal

Caged

Who’s survival

Who’s existence

Depends on words

Written
Between the lines

A long time ago

Or was it yesterday

Again, I stumble

And I Fall

"Sketch - untitled" 2010 8x10 Pen and Ink on Paper
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Cold, frozen distance grows with passing time

Yet seldom we glance towards one another

"Red Wash-Girl and Cigarette:" Aug 14,2010
8x10 Pen, Ink on Watercolor Paper
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Never a sign ...

Always curious of why?

That when I look your way

I think it would be different this day

Yet life is made for changes 

... and these changes never stay 

"Wednesdy 5:00am" 22x30 Gouache on Paper; click for larger image

...can't recognize my own skin

It does'nt feel like mine

My hands would not do this

Hurt like they do, Shake like they do

My body would not be such a stranger

It's known me my whole life

I trust it ........

I am not myself today

"The First Thunderbird" 1992 11x17 Graphite on bristol. Click for larger image.

I love the way the sun plays through the rain

As it sets beneath the clouds

Backlit stones where we played

As children, hide and seek

Violets and blues, shadows rise

The steeple holds the last of light

A chill comes with passing sun

Telling me I must go

For dark is soon upon us.

Though it seems to me,

I've dropped the ball 

Whatever the reasons 

I gave my all

Yet the harder life came

The stronger the wall

By the time you were gone

I'd built it so tall

When the huricane came
She started to fall
And all the king's horses
And all the king's men
Could not make me

An adult again.......

"Lady in Blue" 2010 8x10

Pen and Ink on paper.

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