do not feed the artists歌词-Hayku Kyah

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Please do not feed the artists

It’s best for harvest to keep them starving

A dystopian future

Tales of the refugitives

Live to the universe

We’re always live on the internet

Broadcast to your inner depths with radio for space cadets

I take selfies and call it art

I'm a divinely ripened pear

My ass is an upside down heart

In my head I’m still a little square

But apparently I’m just the right look for the part

I don’t really want that part

For this fable

Who ever told you I desired to dine at your table?

I am no longer abomination, Black dog, spawn of Satan

I am accommodation, no more

I’m daughter of eden

Green as harvest in Jamaica

I am harvest of Jamaica

Sickly sweet like magnolia trees

But spiced in temper like roasted coffee beans

And I’m so selfish

I took samples off the shelf like apprentice and forgot to document the possessive

In my attempt to progress I got restless

Trampled on what I deemed the preventents

They gave glory to my saga

Troubles for mañana

Story for the barber

But cotton woven into thick rib knit

Has highs in its texture and grooves where it dips

I learnt to place pause within and around sentence

To lean into speech like it presses upon cheek

Pressing into me 360 degrees

To caress gently

Because supple is soft

But supple is firm

Supple is the vapour that carries these words

Like a soft reverb let skin press gently back into ether

Back into the room like the light is presently consumed

By you

Resist without rigidity

Exist without timidity

Let this body be limitless-ly

Dangle feet over ledge

Then tumble feet over head

And feel the weight of nothing on your shoulders

Bones in aligned order

Sequence of designed motion

Worship your vessel of devotion

Float skin to brim like droplets carried by the breeze

Mirror the air by the sea

The effervescence and the ease

Let crystal meet water like likeness of daughter

Let their harmony be sweet

Melody in their greet

Electricity, like the network is beneath

Float, seamlessly through your space and your mind

That your eyes canvas a projection of what’s inside

On this side

Let humidity and brimming leaves— green as home country— be the forecast for your galaxy

Let your eyes fall drastically

When slumber calls the rascals dream

And I hope you dream of peace

Repeat after me—

I am healthy

I am happy

I am whole

I am worthy

I am hopeful

I am healing

Please do not feed the artists

It’s best for harvest to keep them starving

Their work becomes catharsis

A self sustaining garden