Sunday, October 14, 2012

what is art

some people have a shrouding call to bound for beauty
we would think art is our pathway as the knowledge we pursuit will always be thorny
and logic is a grandeur perdition to exhale meanings from our life excuses
art is never a practical paradise where gods grace life and lowly humans gain their royalty
art is a child manifested as we breathe fragility into 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