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Amitav Radiance Jan 2015
In the sanctuary of love
Precious relics are on display
Rare moments of solitude
Stupefied by the grandeur
Reading the precious scriptures
Invoking the celestial force
Long forgotten rituals
Trapped between the papyrus
Love is not what love seems
Misinterpretation
Leaving us with our interpretation
Here, in the sanctuary
The soul awakens
Flame from the core enlightens
Guiding light of love
A path leads to the heart
If love is not true
It won’t hold strong
Will be swept away sooner
In the debris
It’s more than the cloak
Simple, yet so rigorous
Love is the force
That will withstand time
AmberLynne Jul 2014
The feeling of your hand
resting gently on my leg
has become my own
private religion.

**I worship your touch.
5.7.14
Why the **** is there
all this disdain for varied techniques?

So what if I like altered guitar tunings?
Sorry that all my guitars
are in D Standard or drop C.
Yes, even the ******* Classical guitar.
I never meant to inconvenience you,
your Eminent Prestige!


Maybe it's a problem
on thy knavish behalf
that you can't cope
with variation within the
Sacred realm of Art.

Don't ******* tell me
what to do or how to do it.
Don't ******* tell me
my approach to my Art is wrong.

Don't ******* crawl to me
when you want to learn how it's done
and I won't say I ******* told you so
when you confess your perspective lacks variety.

I will still teach you, though,
that is, if you will listen.
I will still teach you, though,
if, indeed, I can.

I will still teach you, though,
but only if you can teach me, too.
I will still learn from you
despite your rigid adherence to traditionalism.

I will still learn from you
if you don't ******* condescend me
about how I decide to do it
about how it feels most natural
about what I like or why;

just ******* deal with it
like a true Artist;
accept it and bask in it,
that everyone's technique
is unique.

Besides,
be it not that very variation
that lends itself to the plethora of Art
that has been, could be, and will be made?

Be it not that very variation
that leads a school of thought
away from being so incestuous
that it kills itself off?

Be it not that very variation
which makes Democracy feasible?

If Art be neither
democratic or anarchic,
then I guess I'm no Artist.

Just ******* deal with it.
If you can't: then shut the **** up,
and let us, who can deal with it,
just ******* do it.
Sorry to be so profane,
I realize it limits my audience,
but I don't ******* care.

But, ultimately,
what is profanity
but whatsoever we decide?

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