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" The Artist "

When an emotion
has found its thought
And the thought
has found its words
Poetry becomes a feeling
unlocking the universe
So it was there at the cursor
that I stared blankly for a while
In search of inspiration
but instead I fell
without a smile
It was at that moment I realized
let the world become the artist
So that I am but a thought
she is creating on a canvas
And with every stroke of her brush
a new thought had found its way
Expressions of firey gold
some dismal and some gray
Stratus clouds roll lazily through blue
reigning yellow beams of light
A descending stairway to the heavens
from a melting hot sunrise
Shining bright above
the mountain tops
Reflecting from the oceans tides
Piercing through the blackened forests
of infinite and hopeless sighs
Looking deeper into the abyss
of chaos and all it's hell inside
Where there is a deeper beauty
that only ones soul can yet describe
It was there she laid her palette down
and stared far into those endless nights
Where emotions have found their words
and poetry has found it's life

~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu James F ~