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Date Posted: 10:09:08 10/06/08 Mon
Author: Dayvid aimz
Subject: Master-Piece

Who doesn't want to make a masterpiece
While masters grapple with matter
As they sculpted I asked to have a peace
A peace of mind that'd never leave
No coke yet, we selling our souls for
Better weed, medussa's dreaded weave
Spitting out venom to burn skin
She met a blind Adonis with a klef chin
I let the ideas get away from me
Lazily jot another line of poetry
Hopefully I could be the chosen seed
To lead these romantics to a garden
Where the roses bleed like noses
I'd embrace the scene totally
All for the sake of my tall-tale
All hell could break loose
I wouldn't drop, I don't fall well


It's what writers write for refusing to get a life
If you say it ain't tight we just write more
You critics ain't right, so unforgiving
Bruising the spirit, bruises so well-hidden
Whether its spoken word or spitting
Kicking a freestyle or sitting on a poem
Whether its improv or well-written
We remain trapped inside creative prisons
Waste away, pine away for a good review
Negative feedback given is something to do
This covenant with truth truth in art
So very truthfully sincere
Here in a white padded room, who cares
No one but myself and the voices
The one's in my head offering choices
Two alternate futures one full of squalor
The other filled with mansions and Royce's

...bury myself into another potential masterpiece


Something inside calls me higher, further
Something that could make me want to murder
Not out of anger but out of pure desire
Uncut diamonds setting hearts on fire
The inner-arsonist of a quartz-crystal
Masterpiece unveils, the force grips you
This is where I take off literary training wheels
If you been here you could explain
The way it feels, "writing ain't a real job,
Kid you better find a way to pay the bills"
No way for real?, you must be jovial
Naysayers with another promise to hold you to
I don't owe them anything but apathy
So laughing at them means death in my own tragedy
here in a space where critics can't come after me
The alternate future where I find my MASTERPIECE

.........or is that THE DAY THAT NEVER COMES.......

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