there is inspiration
welling
up inside me
not for art
no
not for
art
instead,
for creation
for birth
for construction
for development
for growth
for building
for adding on to
for heuristic intention
for the laying of new roads,
pathways, bridges, and towns
for the betterment of myself
and others
there is inspiration
growing
like a fire
a spark has come,
lighting the tender
thistles
in the base of my
soul
climbing up through
my legs, then warming
my belly, while passing
my heart and burning
up my fingers
it hits my mind in a rush
of emotions
I smile,
ready to pounce on
opportunity
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 6:19 PM UTC
there is inspiration
welling
up inside me
not for art
no
not for
art
instead,
for creation
for birth
for construction
for development
for growth
for building
for adding on to
for heuristic intention
for the laying of new roads,
pathways, bridges, and towns
for the betterment of myself
and others
there is inspiration
growing
like a fire
a spark has come,
lighting the tender
thistles
in the base of my
soul
climbing up through
my legs, then warming
my belly, while passing
my heart and burning
up my fingers
it hits my mind in a rush
of emotions
I smile,
ready to pounce on
opportunity
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