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Wesley Jess

When did you begin or discover your art? It was a long time ago Outside there was snow In my mind Thoughts weren’t kind And so it came to be I wrote words that fell out of me I had questions But n...mehr sehenWhen did you begin or discover your art? It was a long time ago Outside there was snow In my mind Thoughts weren’t kind And so it came to be I wrote words that fell out of me I had questions But no answers Summersaults internally Aquatic dancers Drowning in scrambled senses Speaking in past tenses No armour or defences How has your art progressed over time? Back then in the day I had a go With words I’d play Say what ya say See what ya see Ambiguity A fervent fan of me When I’m at an all-time low My thoughts are words I let them flow It’s prose I chose To deal with my yo yo’s Highs and lows Setbacks and blows Re-emerge as a solitary rose In my garden It chooses to grow If you believe art is beneficial to wellbeing, say how it helps you. Art is cathartic I let it flow Whatever is in inside I let it show All my feelings I bestow Shapes in the air That I throw Don’t want to toe The party line Art is a gift And I feel fine On my words We can dine A feast For the beast A banquet Warmly wrapped In a security blanket All the wine I drank it How important is your art to you and why? Without art My engine won’t start Merely back fires No tread on my tyres No lights on the dash It’s inevitable, I’ll crash Decisions made, rash Crushed up car, trash Mad dash What a hash How do you feel when you are able to express yourself through art, and how do you feel when you cannot (find time, get a block, etc.) ? Self-expression Is my confession To the world I rant Out of breath I pant When the prose goes away I find it hard to live each day Tease it from my soul Burdens heavy Take their collective toll No poll tax Massive attack Rubber duck Quack Doctor, doctor I feel ill I can’t keep my head together or keep still There ain’t no such thing as a magical pill Swallow whole Or not at all Discuss, reminisce or stall? Is it autumn? Or is it fall? I shout at you all It’s got the best of me It’s got the gall To stand right there Saying it doesn’t care Trapping me inside with its snare Get out clause I prepare Preparations for unsuitable situations Jumped up people, airbed inflations 3d cinema animations Period drama adaptations Clutter, caught by the camera shutter Golf putter I can’t believe it’s not butter But it is And this is me Or bits and bobs A mouth piece, a gob Express myself I done the job Do you feel other people appreciate you and your art, or would you like more understanding from those around you? My art is my soul A flag on a pole A tool in the shed My thoughts in my head The butter on my bread The words that I said The books that I read The feelings About my worldly dealings Silently simple A groove or a dimple The record on repeat Conformity I meet But I won’t give it feet Or offer it a seat Abstract or concrete? Did you keep the receipt? All filed under P Property of a person That isn’t me Did any artist inspire you, in particular, or did you just uncover your own style/self-expression? Where did your inspiration come from? Perhaps at school Sat on a stool It was the words of a scholar Lemme hear ya holler Pop ya collar Ten dollar My tendency to be quite dry Planted seeds that didn’t die Arid desert You can forget it My inspiration I’ll let you pet it Unforgettable Raw veget-able 5 a day Ain’t that what they say? With the words I enjoy to play Inspiration is everyday life All the drama and the strife Shades of magnolia Rows of begonia Floral tributes Chocs and cards Smashed windows Glass shards Would you like to be paid, or are you already paid for your work or does it not matter? Currently I proclaim My finances remain the same To be financially sound My feet above the ground No mole hill Not just a mound That’d be sound The currency of the pound Razzle my dazzle Spin me round I try my best to astoundweniger sehen