Creativity

The mind’s fresh soot

Covers the creative root

Leading to poverty

Of a precious commodity

When the lakes are dry

And flow’s in short supply

Eyes migrate outward

The seen is devoured

Life saves one drop

Getting to it needs a swap

Intelligence will dictate

The unneeded must deflate

A drop of creativity

And a mind in captivity

Brings about the new

Such joy! Who knew?

The drop from the whole

Wields much control

Over the mind’s ways

Through shunning praise

We create the path ahead

Fate takes charge instead

It’s about survival, an activity

That eclipses creativity

We outsource the future

When we don’t nurture

Rudimentary fragments 

Into homegrown talents

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The mind is capable

When energy’s available

It is lost in pursuits

That bear no lasting fruits

Create the moment

That becomes so potent

In sync with the living

Then nothing goes missing

The mind’s right hand

Has turned bland

Ruled by the logical side 

It’s adding to the divide

The heart’s become cold

It’s potential is on hold

It’s the seat of sensitivity

And the engine of creativity

Let the heart rise

Into the mind’s skies

It has a specialty

Fostering originality

Love can’t be copied

It can only be embodied

It is an original creation

Unchanged, in any situation

Similar to raw creativity

Everyone has the proclivity

Clearing the mind’s soot

On creativity, we’re hooked