(Poem written by David discovered among files on his computer, that have been given permission to share, I happen to think it's damned good, and very evocative, so long friend )
We're Artists All - David Milligan (Spike)
Hush now, softly fall asleep,
Let's go to places where we can't weep,
Snuff out the candle, lock up the keep,
Take a chance, you must.
Forget about your diet dear,
Forget about false lover's tears,
Forget about your paranoid fears,
Forget the fuss.
The price of entry is your might,
Death, rebirth, dark and light,
No point in putting up a fight,
The time is here.
No longer can you turn your back;
Lonesome wolf without a pack,
On all those things your art form lacks,
Because they're clear.
To play guitar is microscopic,
To paint a picture panoramic,
But doing neither seems idiotic,
I think, you'll find.
It makes you grieve, you know it's true,
Create no beauty, this will not do!
What would you feel if your life was through?
Would you care?
But what of the million eyes,
That love to soak up your artistic prize?
Who won't create is telling lies!
By abstaining.
So kick yourself right up the arse!
You're not the first, nor even last!
Enough of this hedonistic fast,
Please, stop refraining.
