storm #2

can you feel it?
the rain matting your hair to your forehead
the insignificance of our exsistance

every lamp you light
every kilowatt of power
surging through wires
twined behind the brick
hidden by the drywall
it could be wiped out
in an instant
the storm will stay

four A.M.
are you sleeping?

you're missing the real power
the metaphor
the allegory
the intangible
it flowed through Malcom's veins
fed the fury of King's heart
the honor of Lincoln
the determination of Milk
an almagation
of everything mankind
is destined
to never achieve
the beauty
the power
the glory

your money
is
useless

your prestige
does not exsist

stand in awe
of the lightning arc

this is what you crave
this is the power
you
will
never
channel

the calm will come

this intensity
this passionate display
this is what nature thinks
of your "art"

earth's abstract masterpiece

you cannot create this


sit back
appreciate
respect

your so called
"control"
Relinquish it
you have none
in the face
of the storm

the storm
metaphor
your life

you chose this

you chose art over money

Hollywood
Cannot
Create
This

Money
Cannot
Buy
Truth

Embrace
Your Art
This Is Your
Inspiration
This Is Your
Integrity

THIS
IS
REAL

Draw it
Describe it
Film it
Capture it

you call yourself an artist

the universe
earth
nature

gave you a canvas

do
not
let
it
slip
through
your
grasp