I love to go to car museums, shows, races…. Love everything about the lines, smell, feel, power, color and sounds.
What I don’t like is, that under normal setups of any event, space at a premium, getting full and clear body shots, well, they are rare, at best.
So, I started to abstract all my visions of iron, the clean, the old, the rusted, the rats… All of ’em.
What ever part of that piece of history tells me to take
There shall be many more coming.
I have been absent…. travelling through thoughts and mind, to different places, different times
sweep the immaterial under the carpet,
dream of places you wish to be,
all remains within the touch,
all thoughts lead to the dreams we’ve seen.
Happy birthday, Old Glory, and me……….
He sat at his throne
Merely a chair
Views to be cast on his empire
Sounds of the world abound
Thoughts of the grandeur
Reality of his choosing
Caste disparities abound
Castrated within the emancipation
Urbane is the reach
Fortuitous the breach
Belief as insight
To see what is before
Breach of faith
Enchanted his dreams
Pretense less virility
To the object & thought
As the hook draws taught
Kingdom of demise
Blind goes the one
Deaf on another
The life of a king
The life within lies
Your insincerity is within the reverence that my thought process has focused upon
Of that I have desired is as prevalent as the inquest of your madness and the accord
To which all that has determined the sobriety and salinity of our summations
Gratuity of the understanding that aspirations of need and totality has determined
That the theater of destination is indifferent to the vaudeville of my creation.