Story of an Artist

last night I dreamed about the word mundane
foundations of function for the unimaginative
banality in this world, so cerebrally from within
I like to watch the people of this world, eloquent
alive, living theatre, the picture inside you & me
the brittle brilliance, fades with it's shine
wasting the river's splendor, flowing free in our mind
arm in arm, folding fingers with these clock hands of time
"anyman's death, diminishes me, I am involved in mankind"
so let the bells tole for all, how we see ourselves as a whole
baring down from my soul, for you to find, who am I?
living for the insight of this moment within the nature of
the meaning of why we met, vetted mixes to which we get
of the likes of mixing people, with this community I won't forget
before I go, I just don't know, how to replace this strange but,
empty space, empty spaces ain't nothing new, space between you
with the poverty of spirit & weakness of flesh
the only word that fits,comes to mind, is blessed
I only knew you through the window screens
I talked to you with the mouth of my keyboard & mouse
leaving comments,puns, jokes & personal truths
letting you know how I see you
every mix deserves something to say
I posted one almost every day
enough about me, it's all of you I'll miss
for 3 years we shared this un interrupted bliss
in this time I hope you can forgive me when I was unkind
just allow me another chance and you may find
it in your heart to let it pass on by, to live is to fly
my time was my own, reflection of how I've grown
now the time has come to turn around, say goodbye
can you remember when, you looked within, became apart of zen
Todd, made artists of us, this is our story, I am not sorry
we are bonded together, unique in our hobbies
we taught ourselves to listen, found-songs the puzzle pieces to our souls
a thousand mixes starts with a song, ZeRO was the home where we all belong
316 strong

George Waldrop- Story of An Artist by Texhobart on Mixcloud