Saturday, April 23, 2011

The tidy collector’s tag expends the exploring

And the exhibitor tries to create the fashion

Bit by bit sponsored..like a little clay work

To see what a star would file for next day

Nylon charm

It wouldn’t dry if you cover the clay well

Preserving the main idea for unfinished ceramics

And maybe new ideas to add on daily labor

I surely do not know what a tomorrow would hold

Showcases to change shortcomings

I rather stay with details

And keep the fire deep

To burn the soil and raw made ceramics

But surely I love the sun burnt ones the best

No short-circuit …no sideburns

Just clean faced, normal…just regular tracks to master the genre

 Not the ones you exhibit on your showcase in the living room

But the ones you share somewhere hidden at the corner

It might be the antique one that you keep out of site

Out of danger

Or the ones that you never notice, someone’s gift while back

But that corner…ah that corner

You never neglect….

I know what draws the current

The life that guides to a depth free pauper

Surely being poor with heavy load to pay back

Is the worst thing that would happen to middle class

Well it is never a payday on the bay

But enjoying the rental pavilion on a social country

With crayons on the pathway

Can create the patchwork blanket that she dreamed….


The mutual obsession and speculative energy
Will carry the story to places to capture
The oxide without carbon
But I know it is never an oxygen, never enough for
An introspective
Stepping on nerves to give courage
That road was taken before
the road for man's first
The brilliant hopeless cursed thirst...

It must be special when the soul reaches to a year

Of eclipse

A day that goes parallel with colorful purpose of cracking eggs

To show humanity to the world that there is hope

It is special indeed …96 full years of copper ink

 Singing and dancing…that’s special..