dark corners of a dollar bill
the edge of a love poem
the inside of a napkin
reasons we create for believing its all worth it
those who cannot win
(not because they’re unable to compete
but because they know
inside
there’s no reason to)
dark corners of a dollar bill
the edge of a love poem
the inside of a napkin
reasons we create for believing its all worth it
those who cannot win
(not because they’re unable to compete
but because they know
inside
there’s no reason to)
It was two days after the crash when I realized I had been given a second chance.
Although I did not know what had happened & only felt the transition taking place –I knew it meant opportunity: A new beginning. That’s how I interpreted it. And despite not being able to reference it in a bible or mantra – I knew it was a sacrament that had been given. If I could have danced, I would have. I’d glide along the edge of my sanity and gently leap off.
Perhaps I already had…
If a junkie can find a way to get high, so can the artist
Do what you must to support the habit
Some transgressions are worth committing if they bring just a fragment of truth
Sometimes the work we create is worth all the pain and disaster,
Worth the humiliation and mockery,
And once in a blue moon it’s even worth the loneliness
So think globally, act locally,
And, if you can,
Create art whose beauty will last
At least as long as man’s ugliness.
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