I lay down and die Every night Travel by dream Through dimensions Born again as I wake Into another reality Hoping to find A world where I belong
Relegate Modicum Factitious Pompous Why I know these words Because I want to be smart Then I read what was wrote Hear what was played See what was painted Listen to what was said And apparently I ramble nonsensical ideas Garbled ideology I paint as if a 6 year old playing with crayons All I … Continue reading Attempting To Art #3
The minds of others is something I don't understand Because I don't understand my own mind Behind it is something A drive, or passion A purpose, or sense of belonging It is hard to unveil (We who are enthralled to serve the immortals) But our tastes our shaped in service to whim and fancy Our … Continue reading Attempting To Art #2
I posit that there are no "masterpieces." Subjectivity is freedom Those who speak for beauty Are nothing more than advertisers Selling you your opinion (To be continued...)
I I don't like how I act Or how I portray myself It is as if I do not control Social behavioral mechanics Yet I see myself II No one seems to mind me My mind is all I see Within my self confines me Mechanisms running free If only my will could unbind me … Continue reading Behind The Tree
To do's You lose Your time of day Sit and wait Contemplate Hands circle, eyes stay Try to make Is it fate What end will be Will to sustain Plenty complain Will we open the door?
It's the simple things They say I worry to much About love having a way I wish I were brilliant And able to speak soft As I deal with my failings I have noble thoughts Never do I speak right But there is something that needs said I don't know why my thinking Leads me … Continue reading Shrouded in the mist