The evolution of art never halts Once we began dancing around fire Our feet couldn't stop A place in our lives Where our subpar seeds Could be seen as glowing trees That's the way I feel about my poetry It reminds me a lot of me I reread it and rewrite it so often By the end it seems unoriginal and plain And all I can hope Is the themes and ideas that were the inspirational genesis Remain intact
Art walks a tightrope over the most unpredictable factor The audience They are the other half of art Their power cannot be overstated And as time progresses Their power grows And the importance of art always extends an equal distance But the stronger art becomes The more it asks of it's audience In many cases The audience is not ready to take the call This is one of those times Here at the current pinnacle of art Surfing the web A wonderful chance as Art is a reflection of people and society The Internet is people and society But just as we listen to songs To decide what concert to go to Or watch trailers To decide what movie to see We like what we like And put blinders on to find it Like moths to fire
We could do amazing things If we could harness the potential Of our collective conscious But the threat of losing our individuality Is too great for us Unable to accept Our individuality is always in the context of our cosmic existence We are part of something greater And we can't escape that Even in death We feed what lies beneath The memory of our lives Shrinks to obscurity The maggots that cover our corpses Flourish to maturity Everything this world creates is art And we are it's most complex creation Not necessarily the best We just have the most parts And the maggots that use our dead bodies for sustenance Were once the monsters that roamed this Earth They had no nationality Or political affiliations Or religion And they're still here Waiting to reclaim their throne Once "smarter" species seek suicide