Undying Breed

Special thanks to my brother, Peter Kidder, for sourcing the photograph which inspired Undying Breed.

Listen to Undying Breed by Richard Charles Stevens

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Artists are a dying breed
As few as we are far between
At least, that’s what they lead us to believe
Yet, all I see are masterpieces
Wise old souls and lighthouse keepers
Hearts that bleed disasterpieces
Arteries imparting thesis
Teaching this corrosion to those open to persuasion
That the only way to overcome our fears is turn to face them

There will be tears
Tales told tend to provoke them
There will be blood
Frail bones may well be broken
There will be moments when all appears hopeless
There will be roving hands planning to grope us
There will be days when the pain feels too great
To remain and create a magnum opus

Artists strive for distant lights
While bargaining with shadows
Darkness falls with no just cause for requisite
Wrecking balls maul walls erected
Taunt them
Disrespect them
Rebels pause to die for causes
Fools live to regret them
Fragile minds confide the finest brushstrokes
On the verge
Artists purge to vanquish urge to surge to misdirection

Lessons learned from murder scenes are not so keen revisited
Catharsis bids that class dismisses prior to derivative
There will be slips and trips and falls
There will be lips that sink loose ships
There will be tears
There will be blood
There will be wars
There will be floods
There will be artists
Few and far between
Howbeit, only takes one bleed to craft ourselves a masterpiece

Caution leads to disproportion
Thoughtless deeds of predilection
Bleeds need not teach disaffection
Imitating lifeless art
With limitations set in place
The dreams we chase make getaways
There has to be a better way
To beat the table than to bet against it
There have to be tomorrows that our yesterdays will not see sorrow tainted

Never less than tender when forsworn of open heart
Every flaw adored for there is splendour in each scar
Imperfections leave a mark
The kind that sets our breed apart
For artists tend to lead the charge
Regarding being naked
Never quite so easy then to fake it

This is when we break formation
Shaking free from obligation
Taking leaps of faith’s persuasion
Making each bleed work of art
To lend each end a fresh clean start
Arteries imparting thesis
Artists are a thriving breed
Some of us are heavy bleeders
Need not be so few and far between
For all my wide eyes see are masterpieces

Artists are a dying breed
As few as we are far between
At least, that’s what they lead us to believe
Yet, all I see are masterpieces
Wise old souls and lighthouse keepers
Hearts that bleed disasterpieces
Arteries imparting thesis
Teaching this corrosion to those open to persuasion
That the only way to overcome our fears is turn to face them

Artists are a thriving breed
Some of us are heavy bleeders
Need not be so few and far between
For all my wide eyes see are masterpieces

Artists are a dying breed
As few as we are far between
At least, that’s what they lead us to believe
Yet, all I see are masterpieces
Wise old souls and lighthouse keepers
Hearts that bleed disasterpieces
Arteries imparting thesis
Teaching this corrosion to those open to persuasion
That the only way to overcome our fears is turn to face them

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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