fart art
starts with hearts of darts and define the lost mind
that has regressed behind in the daily grind
of our sad time so far from sublime......to the degree that its a crime.....
without reason or ryhme.....to ever reach the divine...
we have become swine...consuming visual slime...
and this binds the greatness that lives inside
the savants of a past tribe .....
described by eloquence, depth and pride....
in this chasm divide
can we we find the vision of the blind....
that would allow a slide
of a glory we should abide and subscribe
to and never hide from with the changing tide
of the herded ride of men.......into the open and wide side
of ignorance of those who have lied and continuously spied
on their pasture who have cried for truth and justice.....without bias or bride
with the enemys who will one day die.....
can we ever see with our cerebral eye......
and deny the falsehood of the virtual sky.....
flesh and bone are packaged for someone to buy and sell
and to this i despise all lies and propose its immediate demise ......
without compromise or rise to lows or highs of guys in desgiuse
So keep your eyes on the prize