All the colours, electric green
Rose and violet shades sereine
Crimson clover and loyal blue
yellow ocher, burgundy too
Take up arms- a graceful stance
to "Yeah Yeah Yeahs" modern romance
Yet all the colours and shades that be,
Could never truly release me
But prop me up- so I realize
the prusuit of art is faithfully wise.
Every morning and every night
I choose my pallet, scared to fight
But still I start for love and duty:
Passion and anguish, courage AND  beauty.

Arrow enters flesh
piercing, and then lodging
refusing to pass through
refusing to flee the crime scene
and because of its loitering
the holes created are also plugged
and its presence is not noted.
Then the hunter, catching up to the victim
grabs hold of the arrow
and pulls
the poor beast screams in pain
as blood flows from the now apparent wound.
The hunter speaks soothing words, holding out a hand
but the creature turns heel and flees
angry at the arrow
angry at the hunter
'tis a vain flight
behind it lies a brilliant trail of blood
and the hunter pursues.
Ah Cupid! Relinquish your quarry
and end your cruel prusuit
allow the red flow to ebb and cease
permit the scabs to turn to scars
and the animal to live on.