Knowing you is an Art.
I am the artist
The Painter
The Writer
The Actress
You are my object
My Inspiration
The sickness of objectification
Master of alienation.
The mystery
The enigma
The discovery
The eternal process
Of knowing
What is the point?
Of knowing the soul
Of another
So completely
The magic is gone
The mystery
That feeds the soul.
A lifetime, a century
A thousand decades,
Millions of men, living, breathing, eating
Loving, dying…
One loves what one does not have.
I want it. I want it. I want it.
I need it. I need it. I need it.
Art is a process
A path,
The road to perfection.
Perfection.
Finding perfect in imperfect
An eternity
Flying
Hand in hand
Together we stand
Bla Bla.
Daydreaming.
Knowing you is an art
The art of knowing
The art of loving.
M.E.C.S. 4/.4/07
Author notes
I had big plans for this title though I don't know if I'M living up to it...probbably not one of my best. sometimes I love it, others I'm unsure.
[sincere] Comments are appreciated!
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I don't really like this one. I don't feel.... as if... It's poetic enough for me... I want more beauty more soul... more something... I like imagery - beautiful things... (But, that is just me)...
Good ideas here though.
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Well done Michelle....
This is an absolute masterpiece...
nothing more than perfection as an artist in poetic form.
I think you nailed the idea behind this thinking write spot on.
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