Artistic
Tantrum
All art’s
the same, never mind the name
It’s
emotion into mind, sustained by mind
All its
forms are expressions that soothe
Allocated
to the means, perhaps randomly, maybe intelligently
But
frustration’s the joker
What
comes easy is release but then the look over
The
painter sees the writer, writer sees the poet
Poet sees
the guitarist and …. multi-faceted becomes desire
So
satisfaction is a rainbow
Can I
ever catch it or find the source’s flow?
For then
I’ll be all the muses
Consequentially,
would I blow all the fuses?
Y’see to
be the artiste requires our deep unhappiness
Dissatisfaction
and fractured love, infuses wretchedness
Night is
our day and, day is hell fire for we see all
But we’re
blessed because we have no gray
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