Let them eat....

The starving artist story reads better than it lives...but I have lived it with full knowledge. And have lived happier for it, mostly.

Poets...writers...artists...musicians.

Those who eat their words,

bleed their colors,

breathe their notes.

Only dreamers

of no consequence.

Only lovers of life

who write, paint, sing to live.

Movers and shaker

laugh at the starving artists.

Few will make money,

fewer still reach fame.

Many reach the hearts

of other lovers of life,

resuscitating dying dreams,

breathing hope and beauty,

singing glory and brilliance

into dark, cringing corners.

The bleeding hearts begin to heal

and beat, beat, beat as one;

a marching tune, a clarion call

to gather into thunderheads

to storm toward the movers

and still the mighty shakers,

a deluge of words and images

the music of the multitudes

come down upon the leaders' heads

to swallow them whole

and let digestion take its course.

Reviews

[Sarah Lynn]

All of this is so very true. I think the real artist is the one who creates only for the sole purpose of creating.. Not for money or fame.. (although those things I'm sure are both rather nice to have) But for the simple act of relating to one another. Or even just venting raw, pure emotion. I enjoyed this very much =]

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a deluge of words and images
the music of the multitudes
come down upon the leaders' heads
to swallow them whole
and let digestion take its course.

I really enjoyed this part, I can feel the emotions twist and turn in this write. Powerful write and truthful as well. Nicely written!

[Lily Mae]

If my bleeding heart heals what shall I write about? My toes?? :) You have packed allot in this one write.. Food for thought I might say:) xx Great as always..x

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Artists pour their heart and soul into their creations and the big dogs take advantage yet you have placed inspiration here that we all will overcome and will continue on. A powerfully inspirational piece that made me smile.