Radio Love, Singleton Hippie Art

RADIO LOVE
(c) Singleton 2008

Ten thousand songs
streets
stories
and
I'm high...

Bare toes
balanced
on the very edge
of yesterday,
A rock and roll
ballet of
Butterflies and Bowie...
Incense and drums
rolling,
snapping,
Jiffy Pop on an open fire....
Tin can percussion
pulling you in...
And we're high...

Ten thousand lyrics
penciled
in the wind....

The Invitation, Singleton 2008 Outsider Hippie Art

The Invitation
(c) Singleton 2008
Family Collection

Elbows on the bar,
black beer coddled,
warming,
a mosquito pond
at his fingertips....
He sat,
sipping the same
old nightime magic,
waiting
on change
to come
slipping through
the roadside doors.

He wasn't expecting
the butterfly,
accidentally
momentarily
lost by fate,
flitting in and flitting out,
just long enough to
brush him,
rush him...

And in in the days
and nights that followed,
he watched for her,
left the doors open,
the windows wide,
eyes waiting....
but,
Peace is a passion dance
and she had whispered
without words,
the invitation that
was always there...

"Come Dance with Me....."

All I want for Christmas, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art

All I want for Christmas
(c) Singleton 2007

She whispered to

the wind,

who always listens,
to the painted fence,
a wooden confidant,
the bouganvilla,
with it's drunken
blooms,
cups filled overflowing,
moonshine for the souls
of butterflies...

"All I want for Christmas,
are trinket twigs
to build this nest,
this next,
this everything to come,
and stones
to line the
skipping path,
to
rock and roll
me home....

All I want for Christmas
is a little
taste of peace....
a little
moonshine
for my soul....

And the butterfly
answered,
by tipping his cup,
and spilling
glittered wine
in the wind.....

Colored pencils, markers, ink and accidental cat hair on 8 1/2 by 11 cardstock

Wet Paper, Singleton, 2007, outsider art

Wet Paper
Outsider Hippie Woman Artist
(c) Singleton 2007

She watches
with sultry
drug-store eyes
and feeds
you
every
line
she's
ever memorized from
the jacket of a
Harold Robbin's novel,
and you
go
there...

you
thought for
just a moment,
there was something so familiar
you had to touch
to have
to try to feel again.

But the flowers in her hair
are plastic
and her
words
are
dirty lipstick smudges
on
wet paper....

you're damaged now...

Last Call, (c) 2007 Singleton, Outsider Art

Last Call
Outsider Woman Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2007

I'll stop...
for just a moment....
Scooch closer to hear your voice,
feel your smokey breath...

a butterfly ghost on my cheek...

"So...."
You'll say
And I'll dig my toes into the sand
And feel the dirty tide water
rising.

You pour your heart out...
"That's everything" you say...
And I'm wading in your after party,
treading through your stories....

In the deep, deep waters,
I blend...
Hold my breath
And hold my words....

Count to three...

And swim.....

8 1/2 by 11 Cardstock, Colored Markers, ink, pencils and all that hoo-hah

Dance of the Butterfly, Singleton, 2007 hippie art

Dance of the Butterfly
Outsider Woman Hippie Art
Singleton © 2007,


SOLD



It's All Good.

You yank my chains,
pull my strings...
and I'm swirling, twirling
going low
on the dancefloor.
until the music stops...
long arms and legs tangled
in the moment~
suspended in silence.

But I fooled you.

I have butterfly wings,
Ever so translucent,
And I slip
Quietly from
your Friday night cocoon

Dance of the Butterfly ©2007, Singleton, SAS

YES, Singleton 2006, Outsider Art

YES
Outsider Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2006



"What did you say?"
Yes.
"Say it again"
Yes.
"Are you whispering now?"
Yes

I'm so thirsty....



Colored markers, pencils, ink and all that hoo-hah on cardstock

Tightrope, Singleton 2006, Outsider Art

TIGHTROPE
Outsider Woman Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2006



Stupid little soap opera.....

You're watching.
Checking to see if I can find the balance,
the rhythm...

bird on a wire....

And I might teeter,
wobble,
but I won't look down.

Peace is waiting.
And I'm going there.

Markers, ink, pencils and all that other hoo-hah. The earrings are just for balance.

Tribal Dance, Singleton 2006, Outsider Art

TRIBAL DANCE
Woman Outsider Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2006

It was hazy.
Smokey.
Dark.

I wasn't ready.
Wasn't expecting you.
Wasn't looking for you.

Into the light.


Colored pencils, markers, ink and all that hoo-hah

Sold To A Fellow Tribal Dancer

Sweet Chaos, Singleton 2006, Outsider Art

Sweet Chaos
Outsider Woman Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2006

You didn't leave me
broken,
just a
little of a mess.

Nothing
I can't fix.





Markers, Pencils, Ink and all that other hoo-ha


SOLD to a Soulful Sister

Window, Singleton 2006, Outsider Art

WINDOW
Outsider Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2006




I found a
window.
Opaque, but open.
And I'm leaving.

The trash goes out on Tuesday.


pencils, markers, ink, all that hoo-ha

The Secret Lives we Leave Behind, Singleton

The Secret Lives we Leave Behind
(c) Singleton 2006
Held in Private Collection

The Secret Lives we Leave Behind...
littered with what was once treasured trinkets and is now...
a dusky trail of spent cigarette butts,
sordid little love stories gone wrong...
And all the charm of cheap wine left to age on the kitchen counter

Scream Catcher, Singleton

Scream Catcher
Outsider Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2006

SOLD to The Keeper of My Thoughts

This little night time waif is all over the place, snatching up the scary stuff so only the good seeps through. It's an exhausting, never-ending bit of magic, sifting through everyday horrors, night frights, things that make you crazy, that break your heart, that scare the hell out of you, and trying to find the good. But she does. And in the end, dreams win.

Love Letter, Singleton 2006, Outsider Art

LOVE LETTER
(c) Singleton 2006
Outsider Hippie Art
SOLD, PRIVATE COLLECTION


No explanation.
No need.
It's all in the letter.

I go in peace
to a place I want to live...
to tomorrow....


...

My Arms are Tied, Singleton 2006, SAS Outsider Art

My Arms Are Tied
(c) Singleton 2006
Outsider Hippie Art

SOLD

Until you find Peace,
My arms are tied...

You suffer so...
With your wrecked happy endings
And tarnished yesterdays...
But i loved ya baby,And I believe...
In...
Yellow butterflies
And perfect skies,
The promise of sunrise
And fated good-byes.

Until then,
My arms are tied.

I'll Just Keep Floating, Singleton 2006, Outsider Art

Floating
Outsider art
(c) Singleton 2006

Sold to a blessed new friend,
a sister in peace

It's all good.
I'll just keep floating.
Scooping up the good stuff in my tattered little net,
collecting keep- sakes and karma.

Again, and again,
in the end,
Peace wins....

Until then,
I'll just keep floating....

Blind as a Bat, Singleton, 2006 Outsider Art

SEE NO EVIL....
Blind as a bat....
Outsider Art
© 2006, Singleton


And The World will be a perfect place

Cocoon, Singleton

Cocoon
(c) Singleton 2006
SOLD
This mother-tobe flower fairy will hold you spellbound, as she cocoons her baby butterfly wings. "Kaleidescope" is Mother to her world and with a cosmic splash of life and color, and a spiral from the sun halo she innocently adorns, "Kaleidescope" shows us how love grows in her cosmos. She welcomes life in the purest way.

Dirty Little Butterfly
(c) 2006, Singleton
SOLD