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The mind's eye is quicker than the hand.



The thousand word pictures swimming in my head



are distilled into sketches,



watered down on the page.



Drawing is



responsibility, measured



by imagining and imaging.



Limitless



are the possibilities,



infinite on the page,



testing my will.



I am



attempting to capture the wind



by permitting others



to see



what is on the page.



Culling is



drawing out



what's overwhelming my brain.







©2002 Timothy Aymar, Pittsburgh, PA

These are questions that matter,

all these and more,

flashing before me with crystal clarity,

and the power of timeless beliefs.



Who am I?

Where do I come from?

Where am I going?

What will I leave behind?



Legacies and truths are there to behold.

Reality is mine to recognize.

I can either decay or augment,

accent and enhance.



My vision is crystalline with silence.

I focus on everything new

and choose to add to the body of knowledge

in this Age of Awakenings.



©2003 Timothy Aymar, Pittsburgh, PA

Halfway There



My heart is cracked and broken

with every passing year.

The months are disappearing

and most memories are unclear.

The people that I loved and lost

in time are slipping by.

The spirits floating in my past

are echoed in my cry.

I wish that I could turn back

and relive those faded days,

but life is just a brief respite

before it slips away.

I miss my friends and family,

those gone and those still here.

To waste a single moment

is my solitary fear.

The child that I used to be

is still beating in my heart.

I wish that I could let him out

and have a brand new start.

But dreams are just like memories

and wispy strands of thread.

The only thing thats left for me

is to live until I'm dead.

Our lives are prized possessions

and our love is what we share.

It's not the final destination

but the roads we take to there.



©2008 Timothy Aymar, Pittsburgh, PA