STARVING ARTIST

A thousand flawless diamonds hang.

Suspended between heaven and earth on silver blue silk.

A black piece of tar paper is placed behind this artistic wonder for contrast.

Each dew drop diamond contains a tiny star.

The geodesic design of the web contains arachnid hieroglyphics.

No scholar needed to interpret

The story of a true starving artist.

Long lines are strong walkways.

The short cross stitch is sticky.

As the dew burns off the story is harder to read.

The black background removed and the web is nearly invisible.

Patient limbs wait for a distressed song to be strummed.

The right note that says, "Dinner Is Served".

Dragon scaled and snake skinned branches are woven.

Serpent like weft and warp of a natural genius.

Willow limbs form an open and airy basket.

Bent back on itself until enclosed with an opening that brings a funnel to mind.

The entrance is large and slowly diminishes to a modest exit.

A familiar story written with wood.

No scholar needed to interpret.

The fish trap tells the story of a true starving artist.

A piece of rotting raw hide.

The more repulsive the smell the better.

The natural appearance of the grasp makes it nearly invisible.

Patient eyes watch the unwary fish circle what could be a fallen limb.

It's easy to find their way in to the bait, but the way out is hidden.

Our thoughts are clear, " We fixin' to eat".

Gentlemen, what's your pleasure?

Money, Fame, Infamy, Drugs, Booze, Sex, Power, Violence and more.

Each temptation gleams with it's own power.

Quasars and Supernovas, a multiverse of opportunities.

A plethora of pleasure.

It's all here for the taking.

True freedom.

This jumbled mess of messages contains a message I'm here to interpret.

This is the Trap of the Greatest Starving Artist.

Prisons are easy to get into, but the way out is impossible or hidden.

This is the waiting room for Hell if we don't change our ways.

The lines keep getting longer as the allure if the enemy gets stronger.

I now know, everything that sparkles is as cold as those distant stars.

TRUE FREEDOM can only be known by those who deny their own selfishness.

Recognize the Trap.

Mark it well for the ones who come behind you.

Let's starve that bastard to death.