My apologies for my leave uncouth
For my intent is not to forsake
But, in veritas and truth
I needed a creative break.
Because art flows in and art flows out
Of the heart, does its part
But like fire requires
A spark,
So desire,
Incentive, will start.
Even though glossy eyes
Read tangible prayers
That even the Lord finds ungrammatical
I will press on
'Till the sun brings the dawn
And thus, I end my sabbatical.
2 comments:
You win an internetz
Finally!! I mean, uh, du-wat? It's not like I actually read your blog....
Anyways, believe it or not I know what you mean- except as usual you’ve expressed it much better than me. :-)
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