taunting, magnificent, subliminal master piece- and then I awoke and could not return into submission- plastered thoughts on the canvas of mine closed eyes- as they flood and reveal me from disguise- plastered thoughts in my flooding eyes- tear my skin and wonder at the skies- as if simplicity could be easily achieved- and magnificent master pieces easily conceived- then brilliance is as easy as the planting of a seed- ease has nothing to do with desire- errupting artistry over comes any means of simple inspire- tears will fill my heart if I can't full-fill this desire- this is a crumpled question in which you read- do not dissect these words you see- just smile as you chant, my confused rant- cause poetry signs a new belief, that there is eternity- ... straight out of my notebook... sorry for all the errors...
