Inspiration I found you
hiding in my old drawings
of stick figures
fighting each other until they became disfigured
See I figured if I could draw enough of them I could create movie scenes
Tales of epic battles, wars of brutality unlike a beauty queen
An escapist at heart, imagination captivated by these moving parts
A pencil in hand would create everything I couldn't see
but only imagined inside of dreams
These daydreams would then change things in the motions of my grand scheme
My grand scheme is of art
expression from the heart
No *******, no judgment
******* if you judge this
I do it! No, I do it well
Read my past works
Your eyes will swell
I promise, If my words don't alter your brain cells
Then let me oxygenate fumes inside of my main valve
To only release steam
my seams are of mage spells,magical potions, words scattered in slow-motion
Motion-Picture this
drawing in class was a little kid
mechanical pencil was his choice of instrument
rehearsals were illustrated
diabolical foes, dramas fueled with energy, enemies killed flows,
Of static electricity, I'd draw till my fingers lacked elasticity.
now my imagination is as stiff as can be.
I'm constantly drafting, drawing & dissecting a piece
Whether it is a visual or audio wave
I just rinse and repeat
Reconstruct from a core, let that core have seeds
From those seeds sprout plants and
the idea of trees.
