Lets get infected
While we inject this love for our art
Coursing through our veins to penetrate our hearts
We plug in
To sing the ad-libs to verses of the catchy tunes our bodies move to
So melodicThe same rhythm we listen to gets caught up in the pronunciation of each syllable that’s heard in spoken word
We read from notebooks that have scribbles of poetic words
Assembled in prose and such
These words an image in the mind of a hand that paints the view that only an artist can feel to understand
We tell a story
We are all connected
We are all eclectic; esoteric
Misunderstood and told our perceptions are wrong
We are love
In all that we do
We are inspired by the aspirations of the ones who come before us
Feeling as though they have the answers But they are still clawing through their pile of life looking for themselves
The answer
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