I am not content
To sit here
In this small
Corner of the
World
And play it
Safe
Or small.
It is not
Enough to be
Content with
What I accomplished
Yesterday.
I was content
Yesterday.
Today I am
Hungry for
More…
More body painting
More chalk art
More poetry
More of anything
The Muse
Bades me
To consume
With my soul.
To learn that
My color is
Astounding
Was great
On that day
In the sun
But today
It is cold
And the world
Is concerned
With today
And so am I.
I am not content
With 365 poems
In a year
And a day.
I am not content
With 365 pieces
Of art… not yet
Finished…
Because it feels
Too easy.
I am happy
With 50,000 words
In a month
Because I actually
Feel like I am
Being challenged.
Some people
Are content
With noble things
Like a career
A family
A home…
Children.
I am grateful
For them in
My life
But I cannot
Have theirs.
In my heart
Beats a passion
A monster
Forever hungry
Pushing the limits.
Sometimes I think
She is the Muse
Herself.
Sometimes I think
It is just some
Compulsive disorder.
But I think
That ultimately
It doesn't matter.
All that matters
Is this moment.
Am I listening
To the Divine?
Am I creating
Something beautiful?
Is the next breath
Making the world
Beautiful
Or loving?
Or am I resting
For the next
Explosion?
Like a wind up
Doll?
Or a cat in the sun
Soaking up the sun
So it can run for hours
On end
In the middle
Of the night
Driving its
Humans
Crazy?
I will never
Be content
To lay down
My life
And do nothing
Because I have
Done this
Or that
In the past.
Let scribes
And historians
Be content with
Such things.
Today I am
Happy to be sore
From yesterday,
But I am not
Content
To let that be
All I deal
With
Today.
I will rest
When I need to
But I will
Live on the
Creative edge
Of the sword
Dancing on the
Precipice of
Oblivion
Not because
I know it
Will inspire
Someone
Because it will,
But because
The soul that
Animates my flesh
Is a goddess
Ravenous for
A Life
Creatively expressing
The divinity
She knows
Can be awakened
In us all,
Which is why
I can never
Be content
With yesterdays
Accomplishments
Today.