Democracy is when the indigent, and not the men of property, are the rulers. –Aristotle
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
My splendid Art, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you see and listen,
invading my mind day and through the night,
always dreaming about the created mysteries.
Let me compare you to a sanctuary?
You are more dizzy, fizzy and busy.
Snow chills the berries of January,
and wintertime has the blended dizzy.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your ominous Earth, eyes and head.
Thinking of your fancy Eyes fills my days.
My love for you is the active wellhead.
Now I must away with a sublime heart,
remember my vast dreams whilst we're apart.
Tuesday, January 8, 2019
At the beginning of my art career I was truly satisfied with the enjoyment of developing new ideas without the expectation of compensation. I’m starting the year of with a new goal. I’m creating art for the pure enjoyment of creating art. I will be documenting my new experiences here at www.jessequam.com