Francis Osho Poet I do not know?

Great Artists

turbulent souls
intoxicated by
colours and lines
philosophical downtrodden
jutting clumsy unfinished
works shocking the system
delivered in spasms
they hide in brothels and
beg in taverns for an ounce
of malt and love
to sober
they are destroyed for
their originality and
worshipped later by
the same vultures and
revered as great artists

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Evan Griffin February 14, 2016 at 10:54 PM Francis, Your poems are an art form by their own right. Very deep. Francis Osho February 14, 2016 at 11:02 PM that was inspirational evan. ty. i havent written in a few days and kind of drifting and here you come. yes basically i am an artiat. but poetry doesnt need any money to create. so i write poems tese days.ty again