Some Men  C.T. Rasmuss, India Ink/acrylic/pastels (2013). 
 
 
First and foremost I'm an artist, and as an artist I give myself the freedom to express my intentions any which way I please! 
  
Lately I've been working on a series which has nothing to do with which I wish to express via this 'blog'...what is..relevant is the poem which I've been working on, a poem which is intended for a local poetry contest.   
  
You see...writing/poetry is my White Whale, so I've devised a plan to pursue this eluded art-form as well as apply my strengths as a visual artist into another field; a sort of self satisfying experiment if you will, or more like a form of self validation as well as spiritual release, But as always I give my utmost attention to truth, beauty and Humanity(with God's blessing of course). 
 
 
 Some Men (1st rough draft) 
  
Taming Doubt and Mastering 
Illusions of the Impossible, 
Is this part of the truth and beauty  
we need to know of, Mr. Keats? 
  
In the wake of God's infinite Brilliance; 
it is told to us, "Men shall not 
live by bread alone, but..." 
perhaps in a world of thieves, 
virtuous men would drop like flies! 
Some men still pray on their knees. 
  
The Chronicles of Bliss softly read 
upon the lands of turmoil; 
while it's impressionable audience 
is captivated by speeches 
of those corrupted silhouettes. 
Some men are bailing out their boats. 
  
Endearing to reach something greater 
souls of isolation in magnanimous quake, 
subordination to the fiercest elements, 
an artist records his findings with a brush 
attained destination is relevant with every stroke 
Some men are stranded ashore. 
  
In a system of bountiful caverns 
masked with a lavish odor of Mint Julep 
streams of irrelevant hope cascades along,  
emptying its spoils into the epicenter of  
smashed dreams and crushed faith. 
Some men drift out to sea 
  
In light of smoldering embers of mortality 
flickering from petrified dreams of youth; 
 
  
  
  
  
 
 
 
  
  
  
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