Cauldron

Cauldron

The artiste burn, wages war at every turn

Creation is heaven reached but the next is always the yearn

Extreme emotions felt and character become

Danger when one can’t exit in time or too soon, so undone

When it flows it’s magic’s tow and discovery follows

But when there’s silence, the lonely fear stalks

From extreme on high, to uncertainty’s depths

Understand the fragility, it stands behind constantly delivering destructibility

No call is heard for guiltless mercy and, justice is in tears

For we know that suffering alone is the cost of cheers

Yet even when nobody reads or hears, reward is existence

But therein is artiste reality where elixirs of unreality and psychedelics are substance

Art and sex the intertwined union

One without the other is bland as a dead human

They’re the life spark that energizes the future

But the intensity wrecks, wreaks havoc and so many are too soon gone