Poetry For Everyday People
The Artist
We're not crazy,
we just have few
comfort spots in
the world, few
places where we
freely breath,
belong, as butterflies
and flowers have
their place,
I've always found
in Art circles
men and women get
along with BS on
the side, say
what they feel
without an ounce
of judgment, gypsy
souls free to create
inspire, love,
and I fell in love
with that, for
as long as I
can remember,
it's where I'm
most comfortable,
least guarded,
where my juices
run full,
we're not crazy,
we just have few
comfort spots in
the world, few
places where we
freely breath,
belong, as butterflies
and flowers have
their place,
I don't know if
water feels safe
in a faucet?
but I know my
spots, my quilts,
my bar stools, my
gardens, my blues,
we're not crazy,
we just chose
not to conform,
we decided that
equality goes
without saying,
that Art needs
no authentication,
that gypsy souls
are under appreciated
for lack of
hipness,
and Artists
will no longer
die in vain
to be discovered.
we just have few
comfort spots in
the world, few
places where we
freely breath,
belong, as butterflies
and flowers have
their place,
I've always found
in Art circles
men and women get
along with BS on
the side, say
what they feel
without an ounce
of judgment, gypsy
souls free to create
inspire, love,
and I fell in love
with that, for
as long as I
can remember,
it's where I'm
most comfortable,
least guarded,
where my juices
run full,
we're not crazy,
we just have few
comfort spots in
the world, few
places where we
freely breath,
belong, as butterflies
and flowers have
their place,
I don't know if
water feels safe
in a faucet?
but I know my
spots, my quilts,
my bar stools, my
gardens, my blues,
we're not crazy,
we just chose
not to conform,
we decided that
equality goes
without saying,
that Art needs
no authentication,
that gypsy souls
are under appreciated
for lack of
hipness,
and Artists
will no longer
die in vain
to be discovered.
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