.
I have long been fascinated
by incessant oscillation
which starts
in a vision
of the human condition.

Futilile decadence
seeks new synthesis.

Postmodern discourse
recylcling the culture
will transform soon
in a modern structure
with spatial forms testament
soon to be frozen
where all futures epitaphs
float by the dozen.

The art of complexity
eclipsed by simplicity.


Artistic skills are augmented
when perspective becomes instinctive.

.
As silence calmed and evening reigned
she ceased to note the hour of day.

She fell as guest to natures arms
with crowns of apprehension flown
she entered her Elysium.

In sleep her garlands of reserve
with transient petulance forgone.

In innocence of pride and wealth
and faculty of thought regained
she woke in festal light.

.
Deviate from truth
Colour with passion and soul
Artistic licence.
.

Draw only to guide
Blow aside the rubber dust
The lines disappear.

Dearth of affection
Denied an education
Driven to despair.

Deep in precious thought
Dynamic ruminations
Decisions are made.

Clear glass window pane
Large vistas of beyondness
Winter approaches.