Two Poems
Sketch
Let me scurry through my mind and then
Finger through some rambling’s
Think about my day again
Self-questioning without an end
Rectify my wrongs
Write lyrics to a song
Conform to the throng
Or worry that the syllables in this line make it seem much too long
I could change the genre
Seize life by the arm, or
Shock audiences with whispers
Like a double entendre
Whatever I strive
People will know I’m alive
Simply because I have a drive
That will never “take five”
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Impression
Do I Impress you?
Well, wait until you listen to
What I have to say and why you’re one of the few
If you think my work is comparable to a jewel
Then think about the facets of a gem, and a craftsman’s tools
What I show is a ruse; and what I possess, we all do
A polished up surface breaking free from the crude
These words are just that- and if you don’t have a clue
Then I’m afraid you’re in for disappointment and rue
I’m about as unimpressive as untying a shoe
About as stale as old chips when you first chew
Occasionally awkward or unpleasant, like accidental drool
Or when your eyes falter from an accidental “I love you”
I won’t blame you if you detach the urge to pursue
Because I know when you see me you always think “Well, he’s kind of cute...”
... Wait, you say after all that, you still think I’m “kind of cool?”
Well I don’t object, but I do think you’re some kind of fool…
… Buuuuut, we can be cool fools together... "WINK!"
Poem: 9/1/10
They Could
They could turn your allure into a language
And from you I would still find myself speechless
They could make your heart seem like a war zone
And, like a soldier, for you I wouldn’t dare to regress
They could reveal all of my wrongs
And, for you, I would atone
They could take the all the air from the earth
And I would still be able to live on your breath alone
They could veil the world in darkness
And I would still be able to find your light
They could force my eyes to close
And you would still be clear in my sight
They could find a way to stop us
And I would still find it difficult to not be moved by you
They could remove every pen, pencil, or paintbrush
And I would still have an inkling of what draws me to you
Smile!
Quote 8/31/10
Talent is awareness; self-granted thought provoking actions or words with a distinguished endpoint, sculpted from a medium relative to determination. Learn to evoke extremities in strokes of simplicity, and learn to share what you garner with others. Talent may be a blessing, but, what is aptitude without affection and appreciation, but futility.
-Alexis E. Rodriguez
Study: Flower (Color)
3rd part to the study. Applied color pencil over the oil paint. All in all, this isn't the effect I was hoping for, but the contrast between the flower and the backdrop is nice. There's a real gloomy feeling, like a storm is brewing in the skies. I'll see how I apply this to my future piece...
Poem: Cookie Craving
It’s been a long time since I last had a cookie
Focus becomes inexplicable; hunger took reign as it arrived
Depravity wallows within walls, narrowed -emaciation; sweets deprived
Remembrance of the decadent delicacy eludes my mind
I close my eyes and imagine dough refined, deliciousness contrived
Logic is replaced with obsidian parallels
Thoughts from onyx, boiling over in desire’s jail cell
Where to excavate, and plunder kitchen cabinets –I cannot tell
And yet I rummage through my suffering, to no avail
Stomach’s insight in sight, sugar is a preference
Chocolate chip is tertiary, and what’s second equals irrelevance
Indulgence is a must, and satisfaction resembles imminence
I suppose you could say that I really want a cookie, more or less