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Hard Art
Haters are far and wide
Freckled shit across the null
And voids
Never pigeonholed to a particular
Race or body
They assault with a miserable will
Camouflaged among the
Starched, whitewashed gathering
Their odium is enforced and
Given ridiculous substance
By other haters who feel parallel
Concerning subjects of The You
But their true vengeful nature
Lies within the circumstance(s),
Given that You are not detested
Instead, respected by the lot
Appreciated for Your
Talents
Viewpoints and
Strengths
Or even the lack of'¦
They despise
One and all
Who relate with You
Belittling Your message
They hate You
They burn the podium
For which You stand upon
They hate the expressions
Flowing from Your heart's past
Sculpting Your present
They hate You and Your Mighty Force
To overcome
They hate Your language'¦
THEY HATE YOUR ART.
For they do not understand art
And that which breathes without comprehension
From The Mass
Will surely go ignored, and,
If not easily dismissed,
Your facility
Should be
Will be
HAS GOT TO BE
Destroyed
Buried, masked from the sunlight
Of Your confident Self'¦
'¦Yet the haters fuel Your art
Blinded to the fact
That their contempt is
An absolute essence
Clean inspiration
For You to chew and gnash
Into a savory pulp
Into a state of tasteful edibility
Swallowed with an easy appetite
Just to be regurgitated
Evolving exact meaning
While crowning its soft, naked head'¦
Birthed into this and
Dying out of this
Becoming
Your Creation.
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| This gave me a great idea for a painting. I enjoyed this piece very much and can relate to the experience. Encore. |
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Comment by: mitra - 2007-03-17 04:05
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| Looking at the negative as fuel hmmmm... nice one. |
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They hate You
They burn the podium
For which You stand upon
They hate the expressions
Flowing from Your heartâ??s past
Sculpting Your present
They hate You and Your Mighty Force
To overcome
They hate Your languageâ?¦
THEY HATE YOUR ART.
Powerful piece, Jay...whatever fueled this, oh boy, I'm glad your my friend, he he. Beautiful ending, "becoming your creation"
I like the contrast of that soft mellow touch in end, you sculpt a great message! Masterful creation. |
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this has the feeling of a political speech or a speech at a rally, or even a religious sermon. fantastic poem! your clear and impeccable use of language really shines through here. well done.
I thought I'd share with you a quote I found a little while ago, and has been on my mind ever since. it's by Soren Kierkegaard:
"I tell you, I would rather be a swineherd, understood by the swine, than a poet, misunderstood my men." |
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| some good points made here Jay. without people to bitch about many of us would have nothing to say at all. Thanks for this |
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