Art Never Dies - Website Re-Launch

Welcome to the official re-launching of the Art Never Dies website. 

Anybody wanna hear some poetry? 

We talked awhile that night
A façade of words
Through which we could both see
It was happening
Her and I stood
at the edge of everything

We knew nothing
No acquaintance was needed
I breathed her in
Dark eyebrows framed her face
Accenting the brushstrokes and soft colors
A portrait of allure
Shades of escape
Hues of a landslide
Doors creaking open
An outstretched hand

Tortured soul
Let this painting be mine
And home would never be the same
No walls, no ceiling
Sacrificed by her admission
I allowed this
And braced myself
For the fall

I drank too much of her
Lost for a time
The guilt of thirst stung
Like a marquis driven into flesh
Again and again and over again
    
At the end of the night
The unsung notes of
Wanton
Reckless
Abandon
Coded on my breath
I kissed her cheek
Stepped back and watched her go

She smiled
It was real
Alive with promise and passion
Her love like napalm
In the jungle of mediocrity

I opened my arms
Palms to the sky
All my life
at that moment
Ceased to matter
At the edge of everything
I lept
and watched as it all fell away at my feet

Her hand was warm.