Monday, January 24, 2011

Days of Art
















Lost in art

These days
Music in my head
And in my ears
The years
Pile on, add up
and all that
So they say
A pile of wood and colour
in the corner of the room
Is what separates me from the rest
Why do I do it?
Does anyone want it?
I do.
I will attach it to my passport
When I go home
For now, I'll keep making it
Faking it and breaking out
Of the well of discontent
The rent, is paid
I've made, up my mind this time
It is the rhymes and fire 
I am looking for
The door must stay open
For me to keep hoping
That hope of eternality 
frugality shall keep me here
And love shall keep me real
In this world of dreams

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