Treasure Island

Dexsta Ray


Jewelry Design


Jewelry design...
Theophilus was probably using his mind
Who could find another canvas?
Any who!
This one's mine...
And in time
The metalworkers learned to up the performance
I respect the ancient culture and
The customs before us
Still, we had to separate from what wasn't important
Now we have a better way and it's just as in order
But my absorption...
In a sense
Is with the freedom of thinking
I just want to draw the image
I don't need any payments
Yea it's crazy
See... I like to think away from the box
If it's made to be creative then
I'm taking a shot
Yea...
You can do anything that you can think about
Grind any way you can until you make it out

Submitted: Friday, April 25, 2014
Edited: Saturday, April 26, 2014

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