Sunday, October 14, 2012

what is art



some people were born with a shrouding call to bound for beauty
we would thought art is our pathway as the knowledge we pursuit will always be thorny
and logic is a grandeur perdition to exhale meanings for our excuses
art is not a paradise where gods grace life and lowly humans gain their royalty
art is a child, where we breathe fragile beauty from an ugly reality 
it's a trap, it's a trickery to find love in a delusion of eternity
it's what we do for dying not for living
it's our cup of poisonous tea