Proof of a lost generation

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Misty's Creative Writing House


Sex is art, is love, is life and no one is any the wiser.

We revel in pain and we worship the same. Doing just what the "crazy ones" do.

Sex is art, is love, is life and no one is any the wiser.

Our art, true art is a laughable tribute under scrutiny by the widowers eye.

Art is sex, is love, is life. The beholders divinition, our gift. Art is embroided in our hearts, in our flesh.. the only truth to spill from our lips.

Where sex must be lacking in stretch. Slack hoisted along to connect.

Pieces scattered as far as the minds of the youth who have nothing and no one more perfect to abuse.

Art is sex, art is love, art is life. Which is living. For sex is a moment and art is unending.


Submitted: December 28, 2016

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Jason Woods

This is beautiful

Thu, December 29th, 2016 1:44am

Krea Liz

Thank you

Fri, December 30th, 2016 1:33am

Spyguy

A sermon you preach, to which congregation reach? Sex, the art of sex, a widdower , a speech... To deafened ears, the message screeched... From way beyond, still lifeblood leeched!

Tue, February 14th, 2017 7:43am

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Indeed! Thank you for your kind words ????????

Tue, February 14th, 2017 10:14pm

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