Mastering Art
Esco 3000
I meld the bridge between page and pen
a strained relationship of faded friends
on dried banks i wade within to find shade
from the fleeting sun glazed eyes of God watchers
passing judgment in the art galleries of distaste
scantily clad bodies of work i rape and take for granted
against the shallow shore, shackled to a ballpoint chain
i drink in the pain on the face of this mirror of my disgrace
mistaking my own frustration as fuel
to fan the flames of the pain in my artistry
under lock and key i pay attention to detail
to the muddy banks cluttered with reeds
as the breath blown from my yearning to learn
flutters the seeds and my frustrated tears
flow freely and are flooding the sea
as the pores between my eyelids pour divinity's freshwater
into the lead and ink currents of Satan's salinity
as the inner me screams deaf threats
at the waters that have been drained and dry
creative juices fail to fall, nothing remains
to tame the sky.