Art comes to you, comes through you
It is not something you chase...
The calling breaks down your door
Beauty does not require contemplation
The shock factor is evident,
You feel it all the way to your bones
There is something about fragile brokenness
That speaks to our souls
I want to bottle madness, I want to show
how close to the edge the world goes
To draw out inspiration
To drink from the well of dreams
Sleep, sleep, and wake refreshed
Wake to a different fate
Paint pictures of an indescribable scene
I want to hold in my hands a beating heart
A project to display fleeting life,
Even as the blood runs
Even as the scent fades... even as the heat dissipates
That is art.
To crush a flower of the field
So gay and full of life one day...
Next ashen, crackling petals...
We do this because we wish to convey
Its incredible beauty, the soul beating through its essence
We hold human beings captive because we cannot stand the life that drives them to madness
We are clueless as to the reasons why, helpless before our fate
In awe of the destructive beauty of a lover's scream
The brokenness we face, the things we can't stand
Also the things we cannot bear to lose
We lie in tears, all righteous anger gone from our veins...
Our heads in our hands... severed arteries pumping red... away from us
It has escaped again
The bubble bursts, the senseless anger fades
We are left with a shell of what was
Such fleeting, fragile beauty
Fragrant moments, gone in an instant
We cannot help but desire to grasp... for just a moment longer
Imprison for the sake of sanity...
It is a paradox we cannot escape from
To love is to let go... to live and let live
And the obsession is in us from the start, to understand... to control every little thing
To know how and why, to know when the rain falls where it goes...
And we cannot stand that we do not, that we do not truly know...
We have followed every star through its graceful fall, we have ended up at every crater
Cradling meteors, far removed from our predicaments
We have chased the tail end of every storm
Every atom pried open, looking for its creator
peering in, demanding answers
And still it evades us, a void beyond our imagination, indeed beyond this creation itself
When it comes for us, it comes from beyond
When we chase inspiration, we are naught
We are lost to the waves that pound through us
It is only art when we let it be
When it comes calling as a reminder of our temporary hold on this thing we call life
Art requires a bit of madness anyway, otherwise it is art?
How can you look upon this beautiful scene and not despair and be filled with awe at once?
What do we have to do, but love, and hate and rage...
Try hard to preserve the emotions, match the colours...
Keep the good moments alive... and go through the rough ones, because without them, would we even now we are alive?
We are the masterpiece, you see
We are the living pieces of art... There is nothing far removed about the way the world works.
There is nothing out there that is not within us too...
Every trace of madness, every trace of rot, every forgotten thing, every beautiful and bold one
We chase and chase, but we only need look in the mirror
The greatest champions, and worst evil
In our very eyes, our souls
We are playing a game, acting on a stage, for our very own amusement
The extreme pain and loss we experience the precursor for the pleasure and the delight
We are masters of this only in that it channels through us
Nothing lives when it is suppressed...
So find your spark, and pour that madness forth, spill that art
May its colours against the page awaken a human heart
May your words be a beacon of hope,
be a space of refuge for those that have lost it all...
May you find yourself in breaking wildly with abandon against the shores of your being... there is nothing you can lose and nothing you stand to gain, you are the entire show
just play your part, any part
but feel it... truly feel it... that is all art asks of you...
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About the Creator
Yasmeen Dahdah
I am a writer, Biologist and researcher raising awareness and offering alternatives for autoimmune and mental illness, women's health, nutrition and holistic treatment. I write on facebook at /yasmeen.dahdah


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