We're a masterpiece, don't you see?
Just try to see what it means to be alive.
Beating, singing, dancing to existence;
Thinking, feeling, planning; This condition is persistent.
We're a masterpiece, we're a witness, an author and an actress.
You identify what it means to sing and be alive.
Health and Happiness, salt-water taffy lips;
Creating in the moment, this condition, We own it.
Nothing I do is random, purpose and intention in tandem.
That's two girls, one line. I'd explain it to you but I haven't got the time.
If you don't flex it, you don't grow it, no pain, no--And you know it.
Create that vision and chime in, rewind that vision and I'm all-in.
We're a master piece, we're a witness...
Consciousness, Intention, Creation; Isn't a sickness, it's our business.
We are Human.
24 Hour Poetry Marathon, Poem #5
I like poetry, I do. I also feel that poetry is confused in the modern day. To me it is music. In my mind I create flashbacks of bits and pieces of songs from my memory. Songs that I cherish. I steal something from it, whatever fits in that moment of blissful connection. I absorb what fits, discard what does not and add my own thoughts, experiences and intentions. This poetry marathon has been fun so far!
I am creating some stuff I am sure I will regret posting later.
Haha ... That is a possibility.
Creating art, poetry, music... it comes at a price. That price is vulnerability. I love the price of vulnerability, I think the essence of life and being human, is being vulnerable. Only useless things are kept safe. The true valuables are tough, they have to be. Because they have a purpose.
