"Black and white are all I see
in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be
reaching out to me lets me see.
As below so above and beyond I imagine
draw beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope, watch it bend."
-MJK
Everythings a whirl and I all I ever
knew I wanted I reach out for
now with new meaning.
But because of my lapses and confusions
it doesn't reach back.
It doesn't reach back.
Strain to recapture my vision.
Realizing my passions.
Trying to make new sense of myself
and filtering the world.
I want everything
so I can throw half of it away.
Inded I may have done so enough
and now its time to focus.
Focus on the blur.
Focus on the whirl.
Hope the lens doesn't break.
Hope the scenery isn't any impression.
Help me be in all.
Art helps you say what you didn't expect to think. Good art helps others think what they didn't expect you to say.
A reformation is coming, a collection shall be revealed and from the debris a vision will come. A vision will come.
Updated: Wednesday, 7 April 2004 1:17 PM EDT
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