Poem: The Power of Art

I want to speak
And let floods of red emotion
Flow from my
Devilish tongue

With the power to drown
An entire army
In no more
Than a few drops

With a few words
Compel
Like the mouth
Of God

To create
An entire city
On a blank page
Then turn it to ash
On the next

With the words I write
I want to guide
Like invisible hands
in the sky
Tugging at
Strings

The world is my
Marionette
I am the
Puppeteer

With the power of
A loaded gun
Art can kill
Or teach love

A pen loaded
With my blood
Drawn from
Wounds I cut
As I write
And open up
Spilling out
All of my guts

You can’t spell heart
Without art
And that’s what it is
My missing part

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Hey people,

Hope you liked the poem 🙂

Here are all the upcoming dates for the promotion of my mystery novel:

June 22: Book release

June 23: Book blitz

June 24-29: Book tour pt 1

July 3-14: Book tour pt 2

And this isn’t relevant, but I go to Cali June 27th. If there’s anybody reading this in the Laguna Beach area, don’t be afraid to reach out! Though I do bite, sometimes it’s just a nibble. Jk 🙂

-Jordan Antonacci

Twitter: @misterhushhush