"Artist Prayer"
Where are all the great patrons?
Throw me a hook you fishers of men.
That I might be caught and eaten
by the audience beyond the footlights.
That my blood be spilled on pages
and canvas in prescribed portion.
Afford me the flame of arrogance
to believe that my own hand
in the fire of creation touches wonder
and maybe God himself
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- Last seen on Aug 18 11:26 PM. Member since June 25, 2007.
- I'm a amber angel poet for 3 comments.
- When I'm not writing, I'm I'm an insomniac, painter, musican, and writer..
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Poems I'm focused on
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Who’s behind my curtain
What makes me tick29 lines, 1 comment, June 12. In Awareness
My Poetry
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When life comes it comes as a stranger
Trampling across the seconds of time -
Oh how the rich and vain
Spin it to the poor and plain
