Living Art Poem by Joseph Caraveo

Living Art



It tells my story
it's who I am
reflections on flesh
let the pain begin
Stained with black
red and gray
Speak with ink
what the mouth can't say
Sweet addiction
this art of mine
Embellished with color
my darkest days
The arms, ribs, hands and neck
Express myself with no regret
Like my book
it's far from done
Living art
the ink.....
or me

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Poetic Soul 13 September 2009

A well penned write. Very creative and unique.

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