POETRY: The Living Art by Reggie Drake

Today was the day
I opened my eyes
And saw the future.
Life in reverse rear-view mirrors
Where I could see the beautiful tapestry signifying my life's art.
My every movement choreographed by the cosmos as I laid the foundation for me.
I envisioned,
A lifelong premonition that encompassed the totality of my ambitions and dreams,
Aspirations undergoing maturation had culminated,
You see,
 I was living my dream.
But realistically, That me can't become me until I construct with my scalpel a model of excellence,
A model that would live up to Father Time's standard,
Something that would persist and exist,
Its heart thumping, as its veins course through the very framework of this world.
I want to be remembered for my Living Art,
The very being that embodies my soul,
Let generations peer into literature books,
Their eyes scanning innumerable pages until they come across my chapter
My life story summarized in Times New Romans about how I changed the substratum of civilization,
How I fathered the artistic concepts of illuminaries,
Poets, musicians,
Young artists steadily manifesting their art
Visually referencing the works of Neruda, Whitman, Frost, and me.
When I open my eyes,
I see the future.
All of my innermost fantasies blossom into what I picture them to be...
But all i really want is for Living Art to breathe insight and inspiration into those trapped
In a void of darkness,
So that they can see the future,
Their future,
Beautiful seeds embedded in corruptible soil until they germinate and sprout,
Adding beauty
To a dying world,
Dessimating the status quo and installing creativity and complex ideas
Into the societal system,
Pumping vitality,
Bleeding soul, And injecting life Gaea.
Refusing to get drunk off the opiate of the people,
Branching out into a counterculture that contradicts the inactivity of our youth,
Leading generations with visionary wisdom towards a culture that will embrace
A mosaic of masterpieces crafted by virtuoso's and neophytes alike,
These thoughts are more than just an abstraction.
When I open my eyes,
I envisioned something supreme,
Something that would exist beyond the delicate fabric of space,
Past the duration of time.
When I open my eyes,
I see the essence that's embedded within every human being...
The Living Art.