silk.

the stain of sin

cannot be blotted out.
there's a crack in every mirror;

imperfection reflected in all of us.

i can't be corrected or remade

and i want it to stay that way.

art never comes from happiness,

neither does living.

even the silk flowers are dying - 

or can you not see that at all?

we are the violation of law,

going against the grain of a perfect standard

unintentional and clueless rebels.

so lets continue down this road of momentous joy

and clueless mistakes

listen to the bass line of our contradictions

let's allow the chaos to bring our shallow discoveries.

Reviews

Quite thought provoking. It's very true that the best works of art come from tortured souls.

[Chirinos20]

It is a great poem. just like all the others! Life is uncertain live for now and think on the future. Never live for the future and think of today. Mistakes always will help us learn and that's why is not so bad to be wrong or to screw up. As long as you get up and go on. Some victories are not that rewarding once you have them accomplished. Very nicely done here. thanks for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

You can write a poem. Started off with strong statement. Description and your detail is very good. Ending is a true statement. Some victories seem shallow and empty. A excellent poem.

[Kate]

i like this. it kinda reflects the shallowness of beauty.

or something.... :)

[Rainey]

Simply amazing. Thats some great stuff right there. Bravo :)