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.

Colors I hide

Painted Me

Do you know me...do you know or concise where or what I have been though,
If only you disperse to knew,
My hands frail and heart always fails,
I am a prisoner in my own body,
And not anybody,
Will come to my rescue,
To see all the easels I hue,
Not once did someone ask what I am like,
They cast my outer layer despite,
It's a human measure that marries outer appearance,
I have never been told a genuine since,
Just a master of disguise,
A woman for endless split end dries,
I am a soul to be discovered,
But so many just see the outside hovered.

My Mask Bind

What a dance I am, no lover no damn,
I feel fortitude to myself..but others I give more,
I give all my deep thoughts for,
It's a mask I put to others,
My family and lovers,
No one will know or help to show,

The person that seeps beneath..I give layers,
Layers and layers to hide,
The helplessness I confide,
Its something deep for me to even try to,
To let pursue,
I will dance my way in my mind,
Of the hurt I bind,
It will never come to be,
All the pain that bends inside me.




My thoughts:

Sometimes I feel I see many people hide now and days. As well as I. They where makeup to cover the lies they had in life and lies to themselves. They where clothing that is not them..but people see there personality just by the outside. What they wear and what they put on. No one seems to get..real is not what is on the seal..but what is inside the envelope.

Short Poem:

So Many Faces

To many faces to copy,
To be,
But which one do you see is me.



The grave where my true self lays.