Photographs

Why I take them

Cant afford 2 lace my walls

with a Warhol

or a da vinci,

Picasso…or his peer fellows.

I’m no art history scholar,

I cudnt be further from that,

But the fact,

remains,

the beauty of life, I like to trap;

 

I capture, 2 nurture & mature

my being here.

Making seconds last a lifetime,

is an unconscious goal of mine.

Fastly becoming an addict 2 my surroundings,

where I is or may be,

I gotta keep it with me.

Call it my own,

& own it;

beyond a memory.

tangibly,

have it next to me.

 

 

Side by side,

stride after stride,

The world speaks 2 me,

in imagery,

…and I listen.

Sometimes, I talk back,

@ others, it wont shut up,

but I don’t mind;

its voice is the perfect mix

of tragedy & the sublime

..Photographs.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems