Love Hard, Singleton Hippie Art

LOVE HARD
Words and Hippie Artwork
(c) Singleton 2010


"We float...
do the Tango under the rush of high tide,
laugh,
crash,
and swallow Margarita~green waves
in giant gulps,
almost drowning

and then dig our toes in deeper,
Push off from the ocean floor....
And do it again...

Your face is a thousand colors
changing...
sun swept,
and flush
from the high of noon
and the high of now.

Love now...
And Love hard..."

Original watercolors, sharpies, and hippie hoo~hah on Coldpress paper. The sun's shining, the beer is cold, and there's no time like now.....

Singleton Hippie Art, Her Name is Love

Her Name is Love
(c) Singleton 2009

They glanced down,
quietly barefooting around me,
a parade of strangers passing the motel door,
nodding....
and every now and then
someone would whisper,
a butterfly talking to the wind,
"What's her name?"

And I would smile and say "Love"....
the colors spilling and splashing,
lines going up and down
in lazy circles with the sounds of
the sea,
and laughter,
and sudden commotion....

Everyone thought I was drawing
in make-believe,
but I wasn't....

I was coloring the face in the
cool blue Ocean puddle....
the mermaid in the bottomless mirror....

And her name is Love....

8 1/2 by 11. Colored pencils, markers and ink on salty cardstock.

Little White Lies, Singleton Hippie Art

Little White Lies
(c) Singleton 2009
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Standing over me
like an aging rock star,
wearing his crystal blue eyes like
bling...
he muttered
"Silly little girl
with all your peace~love hoo~hah,
who do you think believes you?"

And I never lifted my head,
never let go of the colors,
the lines,
the flow...
Never let go of the spirit...

"I do"....

Drawn on reclaimed cardstock....colored markers, pencils, ink, peace, love, and yesterday.

Say the words, Feel the love, Singleton Outsider Hippie Art

Say the words,
Feel The Love
(C) Singleton 2008

Bamboo wind chimes
clunking,
bunking
drumming in a
Friday night breeze,
bohemian music
for peace....

And
I'm
giddy
from
the accidental high,
hungover in the morning
from
lightheaded laughing
and twirling in the dark,
from chasing fireflies
and barflies,
playing hide-n-go seek,
peek~a~boo, baby,
and
"Name that song".....

Friday's are for dancin'.....
And feelin' the love....