I don't want this poison anger,
It's always been an option not to feel anything.
With no soul to guide me,
I wither and deteriorate into nothingness quickly.
and although that's all I am anyway.
I'd still like to participate,
I want to feed,
and pretend like I can love within you.
I don't want to feel this profound sense of infinite emptiness...
dotted with the occasional scars,
(all screaming out to me...)
that comes with understanding.
I'm not equipped for this kind of beauty.
I can't handle this brand of madness,
this sadness has infiltrated me,
and all I can do is grunge punk rock dances,
spasmodically...
I laugh even while I am crying.
I breathe even though I am dying.
Still...in this moment.
Mortality is sadly beautiful but not art. Do you think it can make art, and that that beauty can be extricated from something so contradictory to life?
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Art is the individual voice. Mortality is as much part of life as is birth. And...beauty is simply seeing the unique function of each mechanism of the universe.
So...dance while you can.
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Thanks for reading and commenting on my most previous work. I always appreciate your feedback, and enjoy your work.
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it all depends on anger....
sometimes i think if we are angry mortality can never be art...
i laugh all the time when i cry in the shower...
i used to think it was a sickness, now i know it's just normal for me
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I think one of my first moments of existential enlightenment, an introduction to the truth of myself, I laughed and cried. Oddly enough I had just got my ass kicked rightously by a muscle bound cretin, who was also a buddy of mine at the time. It was profound and utterly humiliating. He was holding me up and walking me back to the house we'd came from.
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hey what are buddies for if they wont kick our own ass now and then?
lol
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Of course mortality is art ...
and beautiful.
I saw a dead bug. It was more beautiful in death than in life. For in life it ate my plants. Now it was a still life of art. Transparent, waterless, dried in a pattern of silk sheen.
Please relax into the fact that we are going Home.
Meet you there where billions of souls will be one atom.
Love
Myra
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In Australia there are these beautiful silver beatles. Like something out of Heavy Metal. I've never seen a live one. I wonder if they achieve some sort of invisibility with their sheen. Maybe...but it's just speculation.
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