Absolut Sense_||_ess

Withered

A look through my sole
And I see the hole..
Gazing it all day long
Makes me wanna compose this song..
The hole ain't immorality
But an embarrassing symbol of mortality..
You sure have no clue
Of my insane muse..
With no more moments to spare
I chuck my shoes and walk foot bare!

Poetic Latitude

Murals

I sit in my room
Enclosed in barren walls
A look through the window
And I see the fall.

I hear the hum of breeze
Playful winds whistling through the trees
All that beauty nature can speak
Seen through a wall with one glossy sheet.

I turn around and see the wall
An abyss of silence fills me with gall
I lift my brush in muted violence
And paint them all to cease that silence.

I sit in my room
Enclosed in motley walls
Gazing at those alluring creations
Ignites an unbridled sense of awe!

Interlaced Artwork

Strokes Of Creativity

An evolution in art form, childhood to present.

Digitizing Art

A new dimension in the skill of art.

'Photo'synthesis

Framing transitory presence.