Poem Addict
posted by Mike | November 25, 2010
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IcerocketCan't stop.
Don't want to.
Up late drunk, make more.
Any inspiring event, make more.
New poetry blog, make more.
Why make it?
Why not?
It's the least commercially promising writing.
It's the least common.
It's the least I can do for myself.
What else would allow me to be so seductive and insane simultaneously.
Poetry is the only place I find people talking the way I try to talk all the time.
Every day should have poetic moments.
I love when someone tells me I should write something down that I said, and I always reply with "that was just a moment in time".
My best wordplay ever dissolved into the air.
Open mics with elderly people are amazing.
Only time could give you that much wisdom.
If I don't die young maybe eventually I'll write about more than sex, love, pain, and the human condition.
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Is It An Affliction?
— Nov 26, 2010
Artistry – A Gift To Give
Hidden in the depths of every artist’s soul
Lies the jewel of expression latent within
Selflessly committing angst to creation’s gain
Offered humbly for consumption as strangers want
If not only to gain purchase of its temporary relief
Turmoil and turbulence regardless of its source
Fuels the imagination; not for want of adulation
But to expel its influence that tarnishes and pains
To unbind the shackles that anchors the soul
Setting it free to rejoin the ether of its source
Emotion in all its forms made real to the senses
Rendered by splashes of color, texture and grit
Words contrived into realities not yet lived
Challenged by times relentless passing
Looking always, this gift of artistry, to give.
To get inside my head visit my blog @ http://naykdpt.blogspot.com/?zx=662655762ea52d35
