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The Artist Curse (Co-written with Dave)
cemetery dreaming
beyond the frustration imagery of being free from my infatuation
monsters in the corner cheering me on
angels of life try to keep me calm
so I start thinking are all artist jaded?
does this make me not an artist?
maybe just a lost thinker…
in one hand I’m trying to hold love
in the other hand I'm courting strangers
enchanted vision
smothers out aggravation
inspiration building inside of me,
needing to burn free
demons have held me down to long
light has blurred the lines of reality
so do i approach my work differently?
does this mean I’ve changed?
another weary, and lost soul...
in my mind I’ve lived a thousand lives
beneath this so called madness remains
the hope I need
why has my passion become a chore?
can’t keep up with my own heart
with only being as good as my last poem
never enough so I keep pushing myself
how long till I fall, or just have nothing to prove?
might be best to just walk, start a new
a king at times and the jester in others
when giving in doesn’t mean giving up
maybe just moving on
why do I care so much?
wanting to share the knowledge
words manifesting within me
carrying on like the others before me
how long do I have?
to show the gift I’ve been blessed with
hell, all i know
is to ramble on...
with every ounce of my being
until death takes me..
beyond the frustration imagery of being free from my infatuation
monsters in the corner cheering me on
angels of life try to keep me calm
so I start thinking are all artist jaded?
does this make me not an artist?
maybe just a lost thinker…
in one hand I’m trying to hold love
in the other hand I'm courting strangers
enchanted vision
smothers out aggravation
inspiration building inside of me,
needing to burn free
demons have held me down to long
light has blurred the lines of reality
so do i approach my work differently?
does this mean I’ve changed?
another weary, and lost soul...
in my mind I’ve lived a thousand lives
beneath this so called madness remains
the hope I need
why has my passion become a chore?
can’t keep up with my own heart
with only being as good as my last poem
never enough so I keep pushing myself
how long till I fall, or just have nothing to prove?
might be best to just walk, start a new
a king at times and the jester in others
when giving in doesn’t mean giving up
maybe just moving on
why do I care so much?
wanting to share the knowledge
words manifesting within me
carrying on like the others before me
how long do I have?
to show the gift I’ve been blessed with
hell, all i know
is to ramble on...
with every ounce of my being
until death takes me..
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