Artist's Ache
See the angels of
aesthetics out on the edge
Always standing on and
sometimes slipping off the ledge
They feel the strike of
authoritarian blows
Winter always lives in the
artists clothes
First to describe
Mankind’s tribe was the painter
Then to dominate,
illuminate and excite, emerged the writer
The biggest danger to the
dictator and set humanity’s mind’s free
For the skill of reading
enriches as no other to the nth degree
Poetry and singing, harp
to guitar, their patron saint King David
Soothes, stimulates,
compliments, generates energy and captivates
Emotions always piqued,
the valleys and peaks wreck then recover
Addictions and feelings,
emotions constantly raw, substances a cover
Days merge into nights for
the artist, as time pushes regardless
Restless with happiness
and anger, see the world without glasses
Bravery and courage to
stand for convictions, declared to the world
But MUST be on the side of individual liberty, the truth to behold
