weeping willow

She spoke with great deference,
Compassion
And cadence,
Like a young boy I felt comfort.

Though as she left,
I said nothing,
Knowing she would be there,
In my time of regret.

Yet when the hour came,
I felt alone,
I made a mistake,
And was dishonest to myself.

She can’t reach me now,
Or extend an aiding hand,
Because I’ve been untrue,
To the me that she believed.

63 yrs

Escaping from this conjurers delight
I reflect and find a superficial scheme,
He only spoke in mistakes,
Adding a definite annoying syllable,
Counting on me to fill in the missing piece,
Forcing me to speak what I never would,
Pushing my soul to the edge,
Jarring my brain,
I lament on my own wrongdoings,
It was him I place blame,
I could never utter such a phrase,
I was fooled.

The future is now

As I said, I am participating in a research protocol at the National Institute of Health. Recently I gave a sample of skin from my bicep which was then used to culture stem cells. I have a neurobiological disorder, the specifics I'd rather not get into, but the stem cells are going to be used to grow brain cells. Amazing huh? Later I jokingly thought to myself that my arm has a mind of its own, literally. I will be posting pictures of the cells up here soon, so people can see.
It's sounds futuristic that undifferentiated embryonic stem cells could be grown from skin from my arm, but I lie to you not. The procedure took all of 15 minutes and I got paid 80 dollars for my donation, but I would have done it even if there wasn't money involved. These cells will be used for research and not for treating any illness.
There have been many setbacks in stem cell research, specifically the George Bush ban on it, but the other day verified my belief for me that our country will still move forward no matter how many times we get backed into a corner. It brings me joy and hope. This is good news.

Day 2 Native American

He is still coming along, but I side-tracked to write some poetry. This is what I have.

A wavering balance,
of chakras in unity,
healing thoughts dedicated to oneness,
centered I am calm.

A drip from the sky hurts,
That pain picked up by others,
my affect, my soul, is mad.

I am not so frail,
That a random drop,
should jeopordize,
everything I have put in place.

Am I one with light,
does it seek me?
Or do I follow,
Out of order for years,
Trying to find my place.

I am not weak,
Charity I ask you for it not,
I give to those who need,
Is it me speaking?
Should it be you?

When it rains now it pours,
Into love it must become,
For me no,
To you I hope.

Work in progress

I am going to post a pic everyday so everyone can see this work as it develops. This is Day 1 of Native American.

Unchained

In this bleak unknown,
To live on my own,
I must somehow learn,
But the light may return,
My life now so sad,
The life that I had,
So soon I forget,
As the darkness has set,
My love turned to frost,
My happiness lost.

Then an end is at hand,
Northern storms leave the land,
Misery starts to flee,
And a change I do see,
Life unchained and set free.
My world is filled with love,
Like the cloud up above,.
I feel none can harm me,
so simple and happy.
I live a life of ease,
up with the morning breeze.


written by Nick Lewoczko.
art by me.

burning suspicion

For some time now I have had an itching feeling, a suspicion if you will, that there must be a pattern of some sort in life. In this chaoctic world we live in I am sure though that I am not the only one who has this thought. A gift landed in my hands recently, actually it was a discarded gift given to someone who didn't want it and then passed onto me. One person's trash is another's treasure as it is said. The gift was a set of harmony angel cards which are said to bring guidance and truth to the person using them. Yet little did I know I was on a path that would lead me to the golden ratio called PHI. What I have discovered has brought comfort and unity to my life. The ratio can be seen in many places throughout nature and even in our DNA pairs. And a the cool thing about DNA, off subject, is that us as a people share 99.9% of our DNA.

Thoracic Vertebra

I love anatomical drawings and this one took me a few days to complete. Just me, my pencil,
and a piece of paper from my sketch pad. I think there is some talent displayed here, not to boast or anything. What do you think?

Profile of a woman

Pretty ain't she?
mmmmhhhmmm

Meditative Rose

Everyone I show loves this one. It's my representation of Salvidor Dali's Meditative Rose. Ohmmmmm...........Ohmmmmmmmmm..........

My art

I am away from my home in Texas staying at the National Institutes of Health. This is my first blog. I wanted to share with everyone some of the sketches that I have drawn during my stay here. So far I have been here for a month and 7 days.
The pine cone was drawn with a charcoal pencil on paper. I gave it to a smoking buddy of mine
that I get to see a couple of time a day. Quite the Grateful Dead fan she is. Share thoughts on this sketch please. The skull was done with oil pastels on the same paper as the pine cone. I guess I will just show these two for now. I really would enjoy hearing everyone's feedback. Also, I don't know anyone on blogger yet so if you want to get to know me just send me a message. My e-mail is NIHrebel@yahoo.comand my name is Richard but you can call me Rick.
I'll get more sketches and drawings up soon. I am looking forward to reading what people have to say about my sketches. That's all I have to blog about right now. Later!