The Prose
of
Beau Burnside III

A Hopeless Romantic

All artists
are starving artists,
Hungry for the creative
no matter how great their success,
eternally longing for the creative spark
that ignites passion for the work.
The painter, the poet, the writer,
the musician, the actor, the dancer
each pines for the muse's visit
no less than Echo for Narcissus.
Each craves the embrace
of Inspiration with
the desperation of an addict.

For the artist,
starvation is neither economic,
nor physiological,
it is a gift.



JUST

Just a piece of paper

Just words one by one

Just another way to say,

Just "I love you!"

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On the Net At 3AM

Just Me and the Internet , all alone.
It 3 AM and I flip the switch and its' all aglow.

I hit the switch and there he is, that gorgeous guy
in just in his underwear,
I hit it again and find three more,
the pain still there but they are better then another pill.

Just me and the Internet going down the electric avenue,
You never have to knock cause It's always there.

It waits for me no matter what I have to do ....
it never nages when the pain bends me in two,
and I go lay down for an hour or two.....

Just me and the Internet going down the electric avenue,
It's always there to help me make it thru another day.

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I RAN AWAY FROM HOME, TODAY

I ran away from home today,
I ran away from all those who wanted to bug me,
I ran away from having to make one more phone call,
I ran away form all those things that just had to be done,
I ran away from all my obligations 'cause

I just didn't care today!!
I just wanted to be a little boy for today,
I just wanted to play, to build roads in the sand for my toy cars,
I just wanted to be carefree, going north, south, east and west all at once.
I just wanted to have those little boy feeling of innocents, looking at our wonderful world.

But I know tomorrow will come,
But for today,

I'm just a little boy who ran away from home.

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ALL THOSE MANY YEARS AGO!!!!

Why did you let me into your world?
Why did you let me share those silly, funny time?
Why did you tell me about that special guy?
Who became you other half.
ALL THOSE MANY YEARS AGO!
Why were you there when things.
didn't go right in my world?
Why did you buy me those stupid funny hats
all the time?

ALL THOSE MANY YEARS AGO!
Why did you drive me all over to get my first
pair of glasses?
Why did you every chat with me on the BBS?
ALL THOSE MANY YEARS AGO!
Why did to take me to the hospital when
I was in distress?
Why did your hold my hand till they said,
There was nothing wrong?
ALL THOSE MANY YEARS AGO!
Why did you take me to Disneyland
for the very first time?
Why, I am not that special?
Why,
just,
Why?
and
Why are you leaving me now-----
Why can't I help you?
Why can't it stay just like it is?
THOSE MANY YEARS AGO!!!!!!!!


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Words, promises, prayers and thoughts

Written one by one,

Written for each of you,

Written for another.

The words, promises and paryers are yours to keep,

Or give to another, freely.

They are yours forever, ---------

but the thoughts are
ME*

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