There is an old phrase
“Art imitates life”.
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Art Isn’t Dying
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Rescue art
When it screams
Unbecoming decaying things
Should make the conscious crawl away
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How can passion for disaster
hate-filled lyric fashion
Cut up jeans to Banksy shred
Be any statement but: “That art is dead.”
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Bored of their own pleasure
Wanting, working their demise
Receiving doleful measure
A dark and deadly compromise
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Of standing, agreeing
And where wisdom once was
Mistaking fleeting feelings
Raw, uncensored, not creating.
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This poem has no summation
‘Cause all know a salvation
Starts deep in the art
By the Refiner of heart
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~Julie Robinson
“Because I can,” proclaimed Nero.
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