- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Creativity Unfettered
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This was created on the fly, it came and it was created, and now it is here to be enjoyed.
JC
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I can spin and yander the language of which I was born, and make it art like that found strewn upon a canvas.
The words, scrawled in drastic flair can only be compared to that of the flowing movements of an artists penmanship
While my pen shall comb the lines of a page, theirs dances within the weaves of theirs
And for that, our art shall forever be separated by the designs in which we are bound.
Theirs, free to move in direction unassailable to my own, yet mine unequivable in its ability to create imagery with naught but a flick of a wrist and the creasing of a page
for theirs in beauty to behold, and never fully understood. while mine is beauty to be understood, but never to truly behold
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Let me know what you think. Its short, not really much of a rhyme but it flows well and its true to how I feel about art.
Rate, Comment and give me E-mail feedback. I'd love to hear it.
JC
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