Art Work
By Aaron Simmons

The people in this sculpture.
You can’t tell their:
   Sex or Race.
You can’t see their:
   Nationality or Religion.
And it doesn’t matter if their:
   Rich or Poor.

What you can see,
is everyone coming together.
For one cause.
One purpose.

Momentous Harmony

18 gauge galvanized steel. Stands 7'

Carved From Cherry Oak

Over 8,000 Toothpicks.

40" X 30" - .05 micron pen

40" X 30" - .05 micron pen

30" X 40" - .05 micron pen

30" X 40" - .05 micron pen

Graphite - 8 1/2" X 11"

Graphite - 8 1/2" X 11"

Graphite 8 1/2 X 11

4' X 6' - Charcoal

POEMS

CHEMO

All she can do is lie there and rest,
militant for life, she’s trying her best.
Despot my life, for which she had gave,
I would take mine, if hers I could save.
Her strong will to be present, so all can see,
god please help her, for I believe.

Wail!

That day in autumn had finally came,
the anniversary of my birth, I’ll never feel the same.
Love’s relic, for my heart she had filled,
remember her always, I know I will.
So do I believe, it’s hard to say,
the one I love, had faded away.

POTENTIAL VERSE SURVIVAL

Dreaming of passion with a convincing love for art.

Creating within myself,
harvest untouchable emotions.

It’s hard because life itself expires time,
the very time I need as a person to love.
If a day was as long as my life,
my life, I would love.

I’m being held prisoner by emotions that can’t escape.
When they defect, I’m forced to betray myself and what I love,
and deceive the only thing sacred that I can offer.

Why must I be blessed?
Then turn around and dishonor the freedom of my mind.

Bewildered?
The echo will clarify.

Ten Years

Ten years since you left us behind.
Dad and brother Bill are doing just fine.
Are love for one-another, is what keeps us so close.
The love you gave us, is what we miss the most.
Dad lost faith in me and I’m not sure why.
Maybe it’s because he sees life through one eye.
If he would open the other he would quickly see.
The ambition and potential that you saw in me.
To stay true to what I believe.
To let my mind be free.
Only then, will I be able to succeed.

Ten years since you left me behind.
No one to talk to, I’m losing my mind.
Or lost it. How would I know?
I hide it so well, I’ll never let it show.
So much passion. So much drive.
It’s not my mind I’m losing, but the will to survive.
I’m tired of the fight. The struggle. I’m through!
I’ll test my dedication, until I turn blue...
One more shade and I’ll be holding you.
I miss you mother. You had come and passed.
Ten years had gone, they gone so fast.

Ten years since you left me this way.
Scared and alone, there’s nothing more to say.

What's the problem...

I'm tired of controlling my artistic rage which inspires me to express my feelings all over this page.
I'm tired of having so many sleepless nights, trying to relax and pretend every thing's all right.
And I'm tired of waking up and always feeling this way, just getting out of bed seems to ruin my day.
I'm tired of going to work, wasting my time and driving my mind buzurk.
And I'm tired of reliving history like not having any gas in my Buick Century.
I'm tired of running out of cash and I'm tired of looking for my secret hydro stash.

I'm tired of me and being me but I don't know what else to be.
I tried to do what I'm supposed to do and that's not who I want to be.
"So what's the problem...are you down on your luck?" Yea, and I'm starting to live life like I don't give a f....
I'm sorry but that's just me being me. That's all I know and all I'll ever be.

But I'm tired of soaking in my own sorrow not giving a damn if I make it past tomorrow.
I'm tired of liven like I don't exist, that's when suicide becomes hard to resist.
And I'm tired of living in isolation, while being entertained by my brain only creates frustration.
I'm tired of dealing with all the pain, it's like I'm about to loose it and go insane.
And I'm tired of not tasting success, that's why I must be resilient!
And never rest.
Sounds like I'm obsessed. Like I want to be better then all the rest.

And I'm tired of me and being me but I don't know what else to be.
I tried to do what I'm supposed to do and that's not who I want to be.
"So what's the problem...are things too tough?" Sure, because I never anticipated the pressure to give up.
I'm sorry, but that's just me being me. That's all I know and all I'll ever be.

But I'm tired of living this way. Me verse the world, day after day.
And I'm tired of fighting the system, there's the right path so quite resisten.
I'm tired of feeling like I just want to quit. You got to understand, that's hard for me to admit.
And I'm tired of being here. I just want to make that very clear.
The stage before success. This stage is more difficult then all the rest.
But I will to stay focused and out smart them all. I will always keep climbing and never fall.

Because I love me and being me and there's nothing else that I would want to be.
Cause I tried to do what I'm supposed to do and that's not who I want to be.
"So what's the problem...success is in sight?" Wait there's no problem, I just begun to fight!
And that's just me being me. That's all I know and all I'll ever be.