The Blood Of An Artist Poem by Phil de Lange
The Blood Of An Artist
They cut you open to watch you bleed
with knives and ridicule-
they cut
They slash your pride, hungry for joy
with morals out poured-
they slash
Your desires flow
along your wounds,
dripping with somber vengeance
Your scars scream scurrilously
with the sables of joy
Fear not young Phidias
Rest lively wild poet
Let the inc in your veins drop…
Bleed artisan
Bleed
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5/2/2024 9:29:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A true artisit wrote this!