optical Illusion

Opt Art  Abstract

This painting is in it's preliminary stages and is still in the process of completion

I am mesmerized
I view with perspective
Enchanting the eye
I see vivid with imagination
Hues are infatuating me
I am convinced
My vision appeal
Will enhance
The beauty of the beholder
Viewpoints are sharp
I guide my eyes to the point
Yes it comes into focus
I am indeed! responding
Hypnotized...

I AM A FLUTTER

I flutter - I fall
Stumbling over a rock
Then I take a stand
Listening - I cringe
What has the world become?
Obnoxious be that of you
That walks in my path
With envy of my soul
I breathe the air
I reckon it is life
Surrounding me is time
And time marches on
Thus I still see
The ideosyncracy
Thus it is time
The world has you
Endeavoring my thoughts
I reckon it is still time
Obnoxious tis you
I see my day a flutter
The wild wind it stops
And you walk on by
Dead in your tracks
Seriously affecting me
I detach, I am in awe
I am oblivious
I keep on in my path
And in my mind
I never dwell
The skies are blue
The sun is warm
God is with my day
You are the dysfunction
I am the well...

THE BETRAYAL

My life before me
I am surrounded
I see hurt- I vision pain
My eyes they see sorrow too
Memories on the wall
God betrayed me
My reflections see the bright side
I reckon I did
Time passes by
The pain deepens
I'm the victim
I keep my sanity
Objectively I have no faith
The knock at the door
Keeps violating me
The sun shines
It reveals a brand new day
The light permeates
I shed no tears
I have a cold front
Love is no issue
Love causes more pain
Sorrow is an exclamation
I ponder
I look at myself
I am empty
My seeds of faith
There is no reality
I lost my life with God!!!

OVERWHELMED

Today - I woke , I see no light
The tunnel overwhelmed me
I recollect the visions in my sight
I sort through my life, at wits end
I challenge the inevitable
Doomed I am in despair
Looking around me
Responsibilities endless, everywhere
Listing the significant chores
My life it is on hold
I am very busy and I ponder
The chore is clear
Digging in - I start
It's all in a day's work
I fret
The deadlines add up
I grab my coffee
Whoa is me!
The poker face, I develop
I stare at it all
It's dawn
I'll make it through
Today
It's my day off
Wow
I ponder at my thought
How did it all add up?
For a long time
I'll be sipping that cup..


Hi Everybody!!   Busy , Busy , Busy   MIDTERMS this a week.. I will post again soon. With Love
Stacey

SELF PORTRAIT

I am me
I am who I am
Confidence strikes me
I try
I pour out my heart
I learn my self pride
I swallow it
Many a day
I daydream
I am proud....


This is my FIRST Self Portrait   FIRST Portrait I ever painted...
With time and practice    Makes PERFECTION

Yes It is " Beauteous Be Poesy"

Beauteous Be!  It nourished my soul!
It blooms right into my personality
I write reflections, I draw
Conclusions are in my mind
I read between the lines
And what do I see?
Images in my brain, My IQ then
It becomes me! I smell
The aroma with my senses
Petal by petal, I am embraced
With my sight, I see the curio
And my eyes, they dwell
Bruised with the brushstroke
I paint a picture with the hues
By my side, I contemplate
I then endeavor  this
My aura! I am surrounded
I look around and I find
It all sums up! Love is around me
Hark! Yet I am nurtured with evil
The ugly horror! I am distraught
I have movement in time
I viewed God so pure to live by
I view the reality. Again I see
This precious book, my soul
Lingering memories.
It's my pride , my baby
My work of art!!!
My eyes they never cry
I am the victim of circumstance
My twinkling pupils dance
I developed self pride
I still feel bruised by reality
Yet my book is creatively
Subjected to this, subjected to that
I drew LINE and  GESTURE
I see the beauty, beauteous be..
Take a look at yourself ,
Then look at me...

DEDICATED TO ALL THE DEROGATORY , UNSUPPORTIVE, UNCONSTUCTIVE
CRITICISM in my life  

NEARING DEATH

The last star I see - I miss my wish
Hopefully the sunset really misses me
I loved my meditation with the morning rise
God inspired me with those beautiful radiant skies
I too loved those precious chirps at dawn
How I wish I could turn the page each day
With memories lingering beautifully today
Each day I wake I treasure quality time
I ponder at the thoughts of love
It passed me by! Although I think
The more I tried - the more my heart bled
The final days - with God I spend
Can I see his loving hand - footprints in the sand
God you took my life years ago - Why?
Did I walk the paths of a dreary rut?
Now as I write the reflections from my soul
Does my mind wander? Do I tell?
My inner thoughts - deep inside I scream
What the hell does all this really mean?
My roses - they never bloom - petals they rot
I wanted beauty in my life - and breath
'I worked hard God - between me and you
As a poet - Ben Burroughs I believed in
Work hard - and build a living dream
Where art thou? Why art thou?
Where is the true grit meaning of life
It passed me by - day by day it failed
Where is the meaning of values of success?
My feelings I must suppress
My endangered species - May God bless
I walk - I talk ! No one listens
I am walked all over - kicked around
Peace - yet never found - I cry
The sky falls in my eyes - a doom
Yet it is another day I 'll try....

Ben Burroughs is a poet I loved in Syracuse NY  that wrote some beautiful inspiration in the newspaper  locally there