What makes a masterpiece, besides something unordinary
Extraordinary beliefs, and flow like blood out the coronaries
A presense of mind, that seeks fine clues down to the hand..
..nerve ending to nerve beginning, like clicking emails to send
A system of the body, like veins to keep the reader's alive
..and the main highway arteries, to flow big like these lines
Speaks fine, but like brail can feel with a faint touch
.. and can see the full effect, even with blind eyes shut
Flow of a gifted, internal, twizted, explicit to complex...
or changing quick, a storyline leaves you saying chapter... next?
Flow like a fan that flies on high..
or low, goes slow as the piece unravels
And leads a path to travel, in which an ignorant mind baffles
Or an intelligent spark of deep emotion, leaves it forever encastled
Pastel colors of the poet's perception, in words laid to be..
painting a picture of artistic value creating plausible imagery
Like a diamond it's formed, but not under merely pressure
..but of delicate precision that seems of an unearthly character
And the best way to describe is of utmost aesthetic nature
You feel it in your hand the second it draws the paper...
You'd think talent's unparamount, it was done on purpose
..but a writer writes many pieces, and some may be worthless
Takes the perfect moment, where the writers senses connect, see..
creating everlasting symmetry.. is what makes a masterpiece