Finding Your Art

Wanting it Gray


Where must I prevail to seek,
To render my senses weak,
I will scounder in all dark places first,
Finding what I crave, what I thirst,
Something that will pop and burst,
In spiracle poses,
It will find me in the garments of closes,
The mind will close in my deliberating time,
And the thing I thus triumphant find,
Will be to me but a morsel,
Yet to see, yet to be blind,
It is then I will say,
The skies please pour, please turn gray.




My Mind Set Forth


The little toe movements of my walks,
I will find the witches round rules of chalks,
I want to see the dances of war,
Come with me as I stravel to the floor,
Come with me in a time prevail,
Well in bind with the time of grail,
The chain will unlock my searching,
For more of this lurking,
I will pail into one,
And let all the set forth be done,
Will you take by hand,
The endless ranting sand,
Of breezes worth breathing.




My thoughts:

I like to think that inspirations for writing and photography come from one's exploritation. If one is set forth to find particular revenue in something, maybe you would find it. I like to just let it come to me, and then search and ponder.

If you were to not search and speak, what will become of you? Where will our best artists demise to?



Short Poem:


Wonder

I need more proof,
That this room you found,
Is the essence where I ground.


Finding art maybe harder to pick apart.