The Arts

All poems are copyrighted.
For permission to use, contact Drake via email.

BOOKS

There are many books that have befriended me
As I author my life chapter by chapter.
Some taught me how to climb
The great hill called life.
And others taught me how to steer steady
And avoid the rocks.
I have so much
To thank them for
But mostly because they
Showed me an open door.
Through this door I learned
There are many hills and rocks,
Plenty of both before I die,
But to me, they are not insurmountable
Because I have my shelves of books.

PIC BAGGIN'

A photographer is an artist,
The shutter his paintbrush,
The print his portrait.
He portrays a common object
With a sensitivity to its shape
That gives it the rhythm of a higher art form.
Through the photographic lens
He captures what is real
And forces it to be still
So that we can feel
What we seldom slow to see.
Photography is the art
Of seeing what is...

PHOTOGRAPHER

A photographer is an artist
The shutter his easel
The print his portrait.
The photographer is a poet
His eye sensitive to shapes
That he fills them with emotion.
A photographer is a musician
He can take what is ugly
And give it rhythm.
The lens captures
What is real
And causes it
To be still
So that we can feel
What we seldom
Slow to see.

ARTIST, ARTIST

Artist, artist
Do you use color to tint the grayness
Of your life?

 Artist, artist
Do your brushes stroke away
Your frustrations?

 Artist, artist
Is your loneliness the mother
Of your creativity?

 Poet, poet
Are you truly more sensitive
To life’s spars?

 Poet, poet
Is your pen a knife that stabs
Back at pain?

 Poet, poet
Is your paper the wall you hide
Yourself behind?

Musician, musician
Is your music the personality contest
You never won?

 Musician, musician
Is your music the key to the door
That imprisons your emotions?

 Musician, musician
Is your song the joy you’ve
Never felt?

 Dancer, dancer
Does your body always move to balance
With your spirit?

 Dancer, dancer
Do you whirl & twirl to relieve
Your rushing mind?

 Dancer, dancer
Do you bend & sway to ease
Your restless soul?

 Artist, poet, musician, dancer
Crawl back into your head
And sit behind your eyes.

TO MY FAVORITE SINGER
(Inspired by the music of Barbra Streisand)

You begin a song
Your lips sink into the notes
And your throat caresses my body
With your velvet voice.
My ears mount you to
Ride the wild crescendo.
Your melody lures me into
A dormant volcano
And drags me to the edge of a cliff -
Then pushes.
You fall and rise and rise
And suddenly the volcano rages
From deep within
And the fall has no bottom.
You are a musical orgasm
And in my dreams
I've heard you a million times.

 

Web: www.DrakeInnerprizes.com
Text/Call: 925-348-3336
Email: Drake