I catch myself quoting poetry to be written
and I do I wonder, am I that crazy
are my religious endeavors all in vain
will I have Romans banging on my back door
I know art is my fix
I have nearly done them all
just not keen on pottery
or chipping at marble with tools
I am more of a cerebral man
made of music and rhythm
I write for the love for it
so not just for isms
Oh come my gentile folk
I don't do it for a dime
some of my babies
will one day be sublimed
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
I catch myself quoting poetry to be written
and I do I wonder, am I that crazy
are my religious endeavors all in vain
will I have Romans banging on my back door
I know art is my fix
I have nearly done them all
just not keen on pottery
or chipping at marble with tools
I am more of a cerebral man
made of music and rhythm
I write for the love for it
so not just for isms
Oh come my gentile folk
I don't do it for a dime
some of my babies
will one day be sublimed
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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