Viva La Vie Boheme
No three-piece suitsNo conformity
New ideas
Feared by the norm
Given room to grow
Not held down by rules
Freed by those who fight the mainstream
People who want to be an us
Rather than part of the them
Artists, actors
Poets, writers
Singers and dancers
Together in old brownstones
Candles for light
Little to eat
No money to pay the bills
Yet they create
On the steps and on every street corner
Songs playing late into the night
Guitars and makeshift drums
Vocals match the primitive beats
Poets and writers sit alone in their rooms
Hiding in little light they stare into space
Dreaming of the next word
Trying to find the perfect line
Artists look into a world of brick and concrete
Seeing beauty in what others cannot see
The flower on the curb
Beautifully alive
Bright colors
Reds, blues and golds
Become a painting few will ever see
They do not create for money
There will be none
They do not create for fame
That will come long after they are gone
They create for inner peace
Words, colors and sounds
Soothe them
Calm them
They can forget the problems of the world
And share a promised land
Viva la vie Boheme
Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2007-03-06 at 17:18
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