Creation
Nothing
better than when the creative juices flow
Words
tumble forth and the music is your own glow
Together
a high of magnificence that you fly
Baring of
mind and emotions, it’s honesty that you could stare divinity in the eye
What
combines at any creative point to raise this beauty?
Humanness
is the inflection point where the divide becomes sublime or profanity
The
inward eye that sees all allowed to be free
To be
unafraid to witness religion or philosophy and dissect in Liberty
Happiness
in that rarefied atmosphere
If only
the fight could be a permanent hemisphere
But Newton knew and told us
reality
You’ll
come crashing down so hold on to yer ass m’dear!
That’s
the balance of strength within humor
But not
easy for it too ends with tears, its stupor
So the
great and small reach for the absinthe
Some the
potion or needle and thermodynamics asserts its tithe
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