Long Creatives Poems

“le livre bleu” 

Terabytes.
lonely poets, writers, 
musicians and artists play here,
they wear masks that cover
vermillion dripping smiles
over sharp little wolverine teeth,
they drown their sorrows in their muses -
contemporary little monsters – Still Life, 
they call...

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It’s funny to look at creatives,
painters, writers, musicians and such,
look back across their bodies of work,
and laugh at how much of it is luck,
that things they put their whole soul into
now languish deep in obscurity,
while...

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Hard considerations for the future of mankind 
The bard sings commiserations as he looks for what he cannot find
A shard of intimidations hurled toward the innocent and kind 
A card that invokes incantations as they...

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Miles have i spent,
Years and month my pen did rent.

1 poem started it all.
0 worry; stress fall.
0 delay; I billed my initiatives.
0 coin; paid the dean of all creatives.
Time evolved around me,
Heaven served me pleasant...

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Once upon naught
All seems quite odd,
This certain nod,
In fancy sought.


There is a swirl
Where charm feels light,
A sanguine twirl
Where world finds sight.


So often now
The pace gains tact,
Yet truth somehow
Can purge the pact.


So many seek
That causal light,
Yet...

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It will be the artists, the creatives, 
the outside of the box thinkers,
 that will get us through;
Inundated with paranoia?
we will be the storm’s shelter for you 
in the end the art will tell the...

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