true art,
takes it's form,
after the fact of the matter,
of being exposed.
the value it retains,
is not the effort it takes,
to convey what i might be trying to say,
but therein, where the reader interprets,
and relates.
where my shoes, fit you.
a point of view, is nothing new,
we all experience, in some odd way,
the flavors of discomfort,
the cycle is infinite,
and what doesn't come out in the wash,
will come out in the rinse.
i exhibit theory and concepts,
self actualized from my own,
yet also, how i perceive, when i interpret
the ground i'm footed on.
when i raise my head enough to look around,
and pay attention.
it's nothing immaculate,
my head does tricks to candy coat,
my thoughts become a mind game,
who's clever enough,
myself, or the truth?
what fantasies do for the artist,
on the breath i've expressed,
will all be lost soon,
to the plagiarism of wisdom,
and the opinions of the critic.
if you think you can better me with a one sided
bias and envious review,
because i do, what you can't,
by all means, feel free.
just remember,
a wasted breath, is better kept to ones self,
when what you have to say,
is not welcome, or allowed
you might just want to keep,
that foot, in your mouth~
This was great. Very confident and funny. And you are that good. Your thought process id unbelievable. Loved it!!! Peace and Love- j