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Ride the Dragon
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The Poetry of Alan Sheppard...
TRUE ART
Expressing himself through art was his aim,
His canvas was unusual, never the same,
A stanley knife for his brush strokes,
Starting with a slash across their throats,
Hanging them upside down for his artistic fluid to drain.
He started in the chest area deep thrusting sweep,
another sits tied and gagged, shaking and forced to weep,
His art moves him, calm inside,
In his mind the sculpture itself can decide,
Bits of body parts fly off these he will keep.
He is nearing the end legs are the last,
His breathing is regular and fast,
The blood in his own body does race,
Pulsing veins keep up there endless pace,
The climax blows his mind he feels so vast.
Alan Sheppard
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