I am everywhere
when I am nowhere.

Long marionette strokes find
a stimulating path of provocative prescient.
Aesthetic pleasures carefully twined
into pigments of visual diction.
The analytical source found in most,
hardly dabble with the evincive extrapolating
extravaganza leaving you engrossed.

The locality of my altruistic being
is found in the abstract, impressionist,
fauvist, paradoxes of realism; freeing
the sardined subway sentiment.
This canvas of time and history
speaks a multitude of ubiquitous
patois-a documentary of mystery
and scrutiny of post calligraphy.

Whisper, watch, wonder:
Synthesize the scattered artist
purpose. Do not plunder,
stealing intellectual property (unworthy).
Contemporaneous thinkers condition
an attempt to define raw human existence-
don’t they know there is no explicit definition?
I begin to lurk in their bantering thoughts.

Dali proclaimed The persistence of time,
surrendering to his surrealist soul;
a mass murder of realistic renaissance crime.
The girl with the pearl earrings understood
the deific purity simplicity brought.
I do not meander with “esoteric” absurdity
surrounding controversial Mona Lisa lips. Sought
is the ceaseless wonder of The Garden of Earthly
Delight. Anamorphic images that portray heaven and
hell, achieving the Son’s approval adversely.
Regarding the world in awe inspiring pastel patterns.

I am everywhere
when I am nowhere:
art is the warped human conscious
presented in zenith emotional demands.
The opinions constructed do no define
the piece, but distinguished art
becomes a catalyst for
response.