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I stared off in life as an artist butI haven't done any art work in the last few years. Now with the computer I am back in it. What I am trying to do is use words as form and reduse them to an object. To hear me reading some of my poems go to davidepatton.blogspot.com and strow down to the botton of the page and click on the player. At this site click on the art to enlarge
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- The Words Came To Me
- I See Me
- The L Bed
- We Are Real
- A Notion of Being Wise
- Little Words
- Face of the Word Word
- The Face of the Word Face
- the Moden American Black Man
- Whispering Words
- Let The Poets Put Stars In Your Eyes
- The Poet Pen For You
- A Man's Man
- D In the Mist
- When Your Tears Come Down
- In the Mist of the Fog
- The Face of An Angel
- Reading the Prayers of the Gods
- Poet In the World
- Come Do Battle With the Gods
- The God of Our Father
- Your Come-Uping Will Come
- We Are Woven Into Life
- In the Mist of the Night
- When I Am Asleep In My Skin
- Let The World Turn
- Let The Roots Ride
- Summer Seem Slight
- Looking Inside I Find
- When In The Mind Is It Safe
- Some Words Woe
- Torn Open
- Word Up
- O What A Way
- Look
- Live Your Life
- Love Is What its Not
- Look Like Love Live
- What The poet Know
- Words Being Words
- The Poet Among Us
- Life is Like being in the loop
- Inside A Need
- Sometimes I Keep My Darkness
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