Poke In
The Eye?
Creative
expression is danger
Brings
you into the realm of death tether forever
It’s the
curse received at birth
The
angels and demons partying together in mirth
The curse
brings hearing the world thru’ music and rhymes
The irony
within the curse is the blessed chimes
The
driving emotion felt, drives roughshod thru’ the creative veld
Then
rises the soothing drawing down the bruising
Question
never answered is why the extreme conflagration?
It’s not
ring fenced but permeates throughout
Touches
life and leaves wretched sadness and enduring strife
All this
within, under my skin, with eyes shining bright
Tempest
of torn temper with nihilistic bloody minded anger
The
prodigious generator that demands and enriches
We are
chosen without guidance to dance this merry song
Eye of
acceptance or refusal will set the dalliance all night long
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