Poem -
Nothingness
The pen writes,
nothing
words on a page,
fuck...
fuck...
no matter how many times
is there nothing left to say
except the agony
the art is not a purge
but just a reminder
every word
every stroke
every note
every anything
whispers of a moment
that murdered your soul
and left a legacy
of insatiable demons
poison in your veins
smoke-clouds in your consciousness
for a fleeting moment
of blissful forgetfulness
but memories refuse
to die quietly
the art is not a purge
a pen writes-- nothing
nothing is final solace
nothing
nothing
someday
finally.
©Lost
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Deep within the philosophy of art..... lays the ideology of living...... the art is NOT a purge..... the art is a response .......ideology is another man's game....... living, is the winners circle...... choose a side...... or become a poet ~ and applaud & question from the cheap seats. ~ Alexander The Great
Ps......friggin' GREAT write!! ?
Thank you Tony. You've hit me with a quote this time. And in a way very apt for I'm questioning the point of it all. Honored.
My Dear Friend Lost,
In a moment of forgetfulness
I broke your loving heart
And your soul I slew for eternity
Ne'er again it's love impart
The nothings of the yesterdays
Plague all of my todays
I fade into the nothingness
Of my ever purple haze
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
Larry you amaze me with your ability to write such poetic responses with what seems to be consummate ease. Thank you.
Dear Lost,
There are a few artists on Cosmo, whose words take me to the stars, as my pen glides easily in my hand. You are one of those amazing writers.
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
good write linda
Thank you Linda