Activities of Little King of Sorrows

Spit upon the canvas!
Have not a decent thought!
Boil it with my blurry eyed stare.
Scream and spit some more!
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A river of stars
a bed of roses still in bud
we're but water lilies
learning to be rainbows
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God is king, but life is a trend
to take the bitter and the sweet
adrenaline battles on to the end.
Be victorious even in defeat.
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Art has layers much like love, hate, envy, ego, and even joy. It's translucent. From the moment of it's creation, it poses a question. It has endless possibilities to transform into anything the viewers make of it. It's Potential. Personalized even though it came from its own root site. It has an ebb and flow like any system. Yet it has freedom that can never be taken from it... Oh to be Art.
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Close and closer
Or maybe miles apart
There's no need to move
As long as there's love.
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Freelance is such careless style,
We write an inch, what took a mile.
Carefree thought or broken will,
For the love...or for the thrill?
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'Be not judgmental of yourself. You are becoming a butterfly. It is not only the destination, but also the journey itself, that is beautiful. We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through'..borrowed from Google

Title: I Am Here
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With a stuttered breath, I click each word,
Every second so absurd.
A decade gone without a clue.
Still I often read of you.
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There isn't much time left
for you, I see you in your last
days and fear it might turn into
seconds. The only joy you have
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