Contrast (an acrostic poem)

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Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination

Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy

Nothing can stop me but myself

That’s what makes creating so hard.  It’s destroying simple things

Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them

Always digging deeper and climbing higher

Searching for the thing that is always with you

That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me

Yard (an acrostic poem)

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You can’t measure greatness with a ruler they say

And that might be true for most things

Reacting to a fastball and sending it towering the other way

Defines the exception as they measure how far it as it left the…