Life without Art,
Is like a kettle, with no spout,
You’ve never been able,
To fully feel it,
Or pour it out.
How lucky are those!
Who are hit,
By the creative dart,
Life, heart and art!
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I talk to the wall,
I live other lives,As Time withers, slims,I walk back and forth,Yet, going no where,I don’t look at Life,I just stand and stare,I don’t see the lightI live in despair,My Love’s taken flight,There’s nothing to share,The Moon loves the Night,But, I just don’t care.
Yes Poetry,
Where the most beautiful sentiments,Flower, yearn, and languish,A forever melody,Coming from the heart,And of my life,A most essential part.
To die of Love,
As Romantic Poets thought,Yet, one thing is sure,A broken heart has no cure.
Poetry and Art
No force on EarthCan kill the powerOf self-expression!Because,The creative mind,Is always Free,No one can controlIts Liberty,That’s our Victory!Over tyranny.
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