New Statement

I just updated my Artist’s Statement. If  you’re interested, click here to read it! (Or chose ‘Statement’ from the above menu).

Poetry? You decide.

I’m a high flyin’ zephyr with a crim of ecstasy,
I was procreated from the tarp of harmony,

I’ve been temporarily cursed in space,
The one who’ll win this cosmic race.

            ’The greedy ageless will see,
            in their blind reality,
            inebriated pain from me. 

Watch out now, they’re mastering reality,
Got no time to produce the ‘will to be,’
Karma erased from their psyches,
They’re gonna beg, and beg me please:

            ‘Save our deplorable sons,
            drenched in your path visions,
            for they are the beguiled ones!’

Their pleas I will not embrace,
Until their kind has been effaced,

I’ve been temporarily cursed in space,
The one who’ll win this cosmic race.