the beautiful thing about being ugly pt1
The beautiful thing about being ugly is
Your mind is who you are.
When your flesh rotts away, your mind can stay
Forever transcribed, with pen on paper.
I think of the writters who are now neon lights,
The former shells they once wore, desolved into earth and and ashes.
The energy that once propelled there hand to write, trickles through the turf, inherited by the masses.
But the spark of a thought creats a glow
Mused by the ink of the literist’s flow
Streaks of illumination of yellow and brown
Conjured by feelings of wanting to drown.
Or bright bursts of pink and green fill spaces
Between life and dream and will always leave traces,
Of the master at building full cities with words,
(2014)
There's more to it .
Its finished in pt2
