The Creator

The Creator

Praise the almighty for the darkness has lifted
just as I was considering having myself committed
for creating art that’s dark and twisted.
However, beautiful art, whether light or dark, was never meant to be restricted.
It was never meant to follow rules, remain in boundaries or be scripted.
It was never meant to follow strict guide lines and be easily predicted.
It is meant to incite emotions and be vivid.
The heart, mind and soul are to be depicted.
Your inner self, thoughts and desires are to be transmitted.

God has filled my heart with love and pulled my soul out of war with the unseen.
I feel rejuvenated, reborn, purified and clean.
I haven’t felt this way since before I was a teen.
I’m eating at God’s table and loving his cuisine.
The struggles of the past, the victories of the present and the cloudiness of the future have all been foreseen.
The struggles of the past have turned me into a radical art creating machine.
The way I create is far from routine,
no matter how kind or how obscene.
Some may say I deserve a guillotine,
or have my body filled with bullets from a loaded magazine.
Take a deep breath, look at my art through a different perspective and locate the geometric mean.
Either that or go surround yourself with tetrafluoroethylene
and light a match.
The resulting show will be fun to watch.
I’m being rebuilt on the inside and growing stronger.
The darkness has met its match and has been conquered.
The best decision I ever made was taking the plunge underneath that water.
That day, I gave myself to my holy father.

Peace and solitude have finally made themselves at home inside of me.
It’s a wonderful feeling, all that have experienced it will agree.
With the demon defeated, Satan retreated,
angry that my quest to defeat him was completed.
I’m sure he’s fuming down in hell and the temperature is extra heated.
He lost by getting overconfident and conceited.
That chapter is now complete; it won’t be repeated.
Those types of poems will no longer be needed.

The question now is, where do I go from here?
Will I forget my talent, fade away and disappear?
Will I tame back my art, mellow out and conform?
I’m sure some would be happy if the exceptional drew back and conformed with the norm.
Write five vague paragraphs with nothing real to say.
I promise, my art will never go that way.

I discovered my talent through the crippling numbness of the dark.
I feel in love with it and deep inside it lite a spark.
It kept me going through the thick and thin,
through the suicidal thoughts to the warmest of grins.
I hold my past work in high regard.
I won’t turn my back on it and bury it in a graveyard.
I embrace my weirdness, my edginess, my creativeness and my desire to become great!
I embrace the love shown to me and disregard the hate.
My art doesn’t conform to any set of writing rules.
Conforming and limiting yourself to a set of rules is for fools.
My goal is to push the envelope on what writing can be.
If it offends you then turn around and flee.

Taming back my art will never happen.
Censoring my art will never happen.
Pushing myself to be the best at my craft will continue.
Expressing myself openly and free will continue.

Take a seat, buckle up and enjoy the incoming ride.
Take on the journey knowing I created every piece of art with pride.
Thank you to my savior, may the desire to create in me never die!
Thank you for hearing my cries and taking the time to reply.