The artists' call lights a fire within,
My scribbling fueled by some spontaneous combustion,
The artists' call opens these dreamy eyes,
As my consciousness touches down on realities,
The artists' call so blessed and cursed,
Left me passions and ideas that can never be nursed,
The artists' call stopped my life,
Put me at odds with the world and in perpetual strife,
The artists' call started this sentence,
And I will forever write in penance...
September 14th/2011
