Anthem of Art class. AleKona 1.00
the blood, sweat, and tears of our trippyslide
have faded,
dried.
the era is past and so are we
a survival phase.
the ink is gone and the papers have blown away.
Falling Leaves.
different generation of a different kind of faith
a rescue-floatie L.S.D.
trying to flail at an attempt to grasp
the imagination of our creative minds
who didnt know any better.
tempera washes and the blank stare
of our ebony india ink
followed by the marxist
Rouge.
footprints following the path of fate (F-A-T-E)
meeting in the center
foreshadowing blue,
events all different shades and tones
prophetic art.
Little to know.
Little did we know.
The cost of returning.