Sunday, April 29, 2012

Life As An Artist

An undenying label:
something each of us are capable
of doing construing the enviable
words like voices, pencil touch paper with choices
lilys in gardens, on sidewalk cracks near track tracks
on paths that intersect and kill
where the motivation inside our mind
mistakes inevitable; so kind
even found in the blind
heard of desired
you feel like a queen or king
everything in life in between
something we both can understand or
hate and love or feel indifferent
lose it all a risk so consequent
life be hell, did I fail?
time is something people
only learn to value in jail
in our own tribulation
we use art to purge
so with without further adieu
without any consideration
I leave my greatest soul on display
for all to listen or neglect

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