AN ARTFORM
When we are at war with ourselves
We are at war with our enemies
These images and brainwaves collapsed onto each other
As figures of our own imagination
Man, Animal, Orc, Night Elf, Gnome all coincide in our thoughts and dreams
It is only the task of the few willing to experience them as creative works of art
Developing that sparkle that envelops a young viewer
Enabling a cross in ones one wave length
That heartbeat, a beat caused by a constant thud of blood and airflow
Too most it is merely a bodily function
Too others it is a drummer waiting to be recorded
A mere sound that let’s others experience the revolution
A creativity revolution, I’ll call it
Such as the past as slaves tell of their stories on the farm beds
And when Europeans experienced a time where a sculptor became oh so right
Is this merely a poem, stanza, story, and or great piece of literature?
It is up to you to decide
Letting the reader decide
Letting the friend decide
Is this what you call wisdom or mere incompetence.
~Dinokind
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