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Artwork
When The Leopard Lost His Spots
I'm a poet and an artist
Though I shall never be a saint
I can't make wine from water
But make poetry from paint
And then they come and tell me
That I must use a pen
And that it is imperative
To turn mice into men
So I did what they told me
I started writing with a pen
And when I stopped I realised
It sounded just like them
I'm a poet and an artist
Or so the 'experts' say
And then they come and tell me
To write it in their way
My teacher once commended me
On my unique writing style
After he had maimed it
Left it rotting, dead, and vile
An artist once commented
My painting would be better
Had I taken note in art class
Followed text books to the letter
I'm a poet and an artist
Thats what they used to say
But they took me down their path
And I went a different way
A Critics Guide To Photography
*snap*
time captured in a moment
an instant
a glimpse into a second of tradgedy
of hope
of despair
*snap*
We cherish this second
as if it were our last
Or to make up for our faded memory
of things burried in the past
*snap*
we remember
crying with joy at old friends
laughing at those times
*snap*
another moment
gone
*snap*
Enough of that
Don't dwell on things past
open ANOTHER book
MORE pictures
..........you
me..........
*snap*
what do YOU see in them?
I see....
*snap*
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