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    MDMH89 New Member

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    Cold October morning
    color me an awkward
    blue
    as the fountain
    patters off in
    the distance.

    I'm Vincent Van Gogh.
    I'm M.C. Escher.
    as the droplets
    from a morning dew
    make bomblettes,
    of ideas that prance
    on this open page
    to the beat
    of a single drum.

    I'm Johannes Bach.
    I'm B.B. King.
    I'm Stravinsky's,
    Right of Spring.
    yet no riot ensues
    beyond the cold
    cement
    and poorly organized
    deck furniture.

    My mind likes
    living vicariously
    through the pen
    as we find together
    not the art of war
    but,
    the war of art.

    I'm Tsun-Tzu.
    I'm Dwight Eisenhower.
    focus this explosion
    passed the dog
    chewing tree bark
    to the right.

    Let this picture
    I paint
    with the slurring,
    and sputtering
    of words
    be one not of
    beauty,
    but of
    remorse;
    for as the rain
    sails kindly into
    the way of
    my words
    I find;

    I'm Lao Tzu.
    I'm Siddhartha Gautama.
    with philosophies
    seasoned by
    a nonchalant
    perplexity.

    I want this
    to be my intellectual
    revolution,
    to be my
    way,
    my Tao
    that inspires
    millions.

    This is my
    mushroom cloud,
    my battle,
    my acceptance,
    my preaching of
    ideas.

    The mosquito
    crawling on the page
    agrees.
    For he still crawls across
    the words
    feeling the ideas,
    in their purest
    simplest sense,
    form under his many
    feet.
    All despite the cold
    October morn
    and weeping skies.

    I'm the mosquito's best friend.
    I'm the painter.
    I'm the poet.
    I am.

    For we just
    are...

    Wherever we wish
    to be.

    Whatever we wish
    to be.


    Posted By MDMH89 | Jan 21, 2007
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    Benny New Member

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    Great presentation of artist's ideal...I think you did a wonderfully visual art for us without brush...yeah, we are all actually 'art forms' as we live. A very good work here, MDMH...I like it!


    Posted By Benny | Jan 21, 2007
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    ~Serenity~ ~Pixie Princess~

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    Heya MDM! I gotta admit, if I hadn't seen you in the chatbox, I might've overlooked this piece - glad I didn't!! Usually I like rhyming poetry better... But this piece is just awesome! I absolutely love some of the pictures you paint with your words here. If I wasn't in the middle of studying I'd say more - but I think you get it anyway :p =) AWESOME stuff!! Keep posting for us, 'kay?

    Smiles!,
    ~Serenity~


    Posted By ~Serenity~ | Jan 21, 2007
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