My dream was stolen and how I cried the day I remember was when I died







GIVE ME BACK MY BROKEN DREAM – I died dreaming of living


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GIVE ME BACK MY BROKEN DREAM – I died dreaming of living Prostitutes hope poetry illustration



You corrupt deceiver in the night
Come when unseen
Promises of tomorrow’s delight
I heard your voice
I lost my sight
My flame extinguished
In your dark dream
You promised light
You’ve come tomorrow
In the fears that have been


What have you done with my childhood dream
A world in peace and absence of lies
My neighbors care
There are no flies I want my Love
This hunger deep within
Slept with lust and lost the art
To touch your wound and play my part
A lover with some tender dream
Died the death of a mortal In your polluted stream


What of love I now see your charm
You promised me a life of thrills
Without the payment plan
I learned heartless drills
Pleasures with no boundaries set
My appetite was naked
Therefore all too wet

Thief defeated

Worn out
There it was I wept
In the shadow of the Valley of Death
The tears of a wounded child had dried
An angel up on high had cried
My broken cries were heard above
The immortal sang his song of Love
Mercy broke the thief’s domain
And there it was

A dove

I was born again


This hurt as I wrote it. Human trafficking into a loveless profession is a diabolically dark deception. To contemplate the journey, the suffering, the abuse, and the loneliness in the madness of a loveless profession undid my emotional plug. It enticed me into tears of intercession.

My inspiration for the artwork came from the Digital photo art I created many years ago. Prostitutes hope poetry illustration

Stopped at traffic lights in a rainstorm the memory of this story embedded a deep impact in my heart. In the red light, district rain played an orchestra of color on the windscreen. A question was provoked, “What troubles are secretly hidden, the unspoken fears of those meshed in this lifestyle?”

The emotional journey led me in and out of my past. The heartache in broken promises, uncontrollable lust, fear of rejection, little respect for the opposite sex, manipulation, and lies is a painful revelation. I had discovered the tears of someone’s daughter. The broken world I never understood.

Included in this artwork

A photo collage of torrential rain on my car windscreen, two girls photographed on a park bench, a handmade pottery bowl, and the photo of a dove from Brian’s Rule of Doves. The images I photographed in Auckland City, Snells Beach, and Warkworth.

A Pleasure

Beneath intimacy with Jesus, sex is the most powerful, attractive, beautiful, and intimate experience known to mankind. A conscience usurped by a perversion of natural or Godless ideas will find sex only satisfies for a small moment or at worst be a horrifying ordeal.

The wonder in sex is extraordinary when it involves tenderness, emotional, and physical pleasures, and a caring connection with trust in marriage.

It embodies emotional, physical, biological, psychological, and spiritual experiences. The author of all that is good points us to such pleasure. This wonder is protected when living within the manufacturer’s guidelines. The security of this trust and intimacy is a mystery to many who have experienced violations of the sexual act. I and many of my friends know this intimately.

There is no doubt, that deep pleasure, for a season outside of these boundaries, is also fraught with pain. In the dark halls of favors for income, bestiality, rape, masturbation, all the darkness of human pleasure-seeking without boundaries bring shame into our conscious being.

These pleasures without moral boundaries cannot bring the peace and security we deeply crave to be a fulfilled person. For men and women trust is broken and innocence is lost when sex is coerced or forced. This is a violation of all intentions for good. Initially, that sense of shame overwhelms the darkness of secrecy. Damage is done and all attending pleasures and frustrations within a trapped lifestyle will become insurmountable for many. Treasures and promises are made but peace never comes. Where is Prince Charming? Prostitutes hope poetry illustration

Separation from reality is a dark road of secret loneliness. Only the person who feels trapped truly understands.

A sense of shame

Initially, the sense of shame overwhelms the darkness of secrecy and appealing physical pleasure. The damage had started. All attending frustrations ensnared a wish to live a lifestyle lacking peace and the trust hungered for.

The dark road of loneliness is perpetuated without peace. Philosophies wanting to cover or justify pain abound but truth shouts, a conscience has been seared.

Only an honest person trapped in the cycle truly understands. A person rescued from the cycle has wisdom and understanding echoing life in the joys of newfound freedom.

This is their story and I write it for them. A story of deception and deliverance.



6b and 4b lead pencil on archival, acid-free watercolor paper. The illustration is protected with matt UV archival varnish.
* Originals and Limited Edition reproductions supplied with Provenance, coded Authentication of Sale Certificate, and maintenance/care information.

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* Pencil-enhanced Giclée Fine Art Papers.

Unframed sizes | 960 x short side – $1150  |  650 x short side – $925
Printed on long-life archival canvas and protected with two coats of UV archival protection spray.
* Stretch-mounted reproductions will incur added charges for mounting and freight.

Unframed sizes | 594 x short side – $145  |  420 x short side – $95
* Posters printed on fine art papers and treated with two coats of UV archival protection spray.


Images from “Give Me Back My Broken Dream”  will be exhibited on multiple product lines at Fine Art America

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  • The Original and Limited Edition reproductions ship with the Provenance coded Authentication of Sale Certificate and maintenance information.
  • Poster art prints ship in insured tubes.

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