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    ARTIST

    Art

    Many say life imitates art

    not to me and not for us

    to us art imitates life

    for I am a member of a select few

    I am an artist

    and we are

    assigned

    reserved

    talents

    and illustrious

    specialists

    with the

    temerity

    to question

    society

    we are artists

    our luster shines among the laborious

    our excellence is exalted

    our distinctions are devine

    our conspicuous talents refuse to  be tainted

    by conspiracy

    we are artists

    our mental ability allows us to manipulate the mundane

    our splendor separates us from the selfsame

    our magnificence is magnified by our manic desires

    our word is bond and we are bonded by the word

    simply put

    the luminance of our body consists of the saturation

    of brightness

    we 

    be 

    badd

    we are artists

    we are the original illuminati

    the elightened ones

    our forebarers are

    davinci

    michelangelo

    botticelli

    ben franklin

    and thomas jefferson

    we create societies values with words and paint

    we desicrate crucibles of conscience

    and force the uninitiated to praise our passion

    we are artists

    our feuds amongst ourselves are real and imagined

    we sweep those outside of our society

    into the malestrom of our muse

    we burn bridges and return to build them

    in our leisure

    we snitch

    we switch sides

    we cannot hide like the rest of society

    we say what we say and mean every word

    at that time

    we own our words

    in prose and rhyme

    dammit

    we are artists

    we segue into shakespeare

    enter erotic zones

    gangster the dangling participle

    make love to the riddle

    scream until spittle 

    is flying

    we eviscerate those who hate for hate sake

    we  then sit back bemused as people try to decipher

    our meaning behind the meaning underneath 

    what we meant to say when we really meant it

    get it

    we are artists

    we infrom you

    we disarm you

    we choose to

    we deny your right to

    we demand from you

    we expect from you

    we cannot be hurt by you

    because you could never be

    who we are

    you in society drive the car

    we deliberate on the ride and extrapolate

    the reason why you rode 

    we 

    be 

    badd

    we are artists

    women and men love us

    trust us

    want to make love to us

    thrust us

    into spotlights we bask in

    you can be our friends

    but you cannot be us

    unless  you lust like us

    for meaning beyond  the mundane

    unless you are willing to subject yourself to pain

    and while most cry

    we  scribes refuse to let a tear dry

    without breathing life into the meaning of our tears

    our fears

    are presented for the world to critique

    be them in sleek silky sonnets

    or  straight no chaser tasers

    we cannot hide from our declarations

    and i declare today

    that we are the epitome of a secret society

    we are artists

    you read and hear the beefs and are entertained

    we sit and reserve the right to feel pain

    we dont hate our brother and sisters in the colony

    just leave us be 

    and continue to laugh

    and cringe

    and observe

    as we singe

    and titillate

    and mentally masturbate

    and determine the fate

    of fools with a myopic vision

    with precision

    we slice pronouns

    hound  the muse for more 

    we implore

    our minds

    to redefine 

    the signs

    of the universe

    we rehearse

    we curse

    we write chapter and verse

    in adverse conditions

    we are artists

    do not try to understand us

    we do not understand why we were given this gift

    and at times the enormity of this skill

    causes a rift

    amongst us

    for we lust 

    for  lunimance

    we are brilliant

    and dammit

    we know it

    dont  we show it

    everyday of the week 

    including sunday

    because by the supremes decree

    we see what you cannot 

    or are unwilling to see

    we are who you refuse to be

    we are truly free men and women

    we are prepared to live

    and some of us are ready to die

    for  the words we write and speak

    dammit

    we are unique

    we are artists

    so when you encounter us 

    dont ask where we find the nerve

    the verve

    to make verbs 

    dance

    and leave you entranced

    just thank us for being willing

    to live and die 

    on the conjunction of a thread

    and if one of us falls

    bless the dead

    for he or she died

    as an artist

    dammit

     

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