state of the art
 

Words play in this ink, splashing a blue sea
Crashing, storming, a bastion of beauty
We soon see—a landscape that’s loose leaf
Start in the margins, end on a cool breeze
In this head I hold thoughts bled from the soul
Keeping alchemy alive—pencil lead into gold
Atoms collide like butterflies flap in July
Passionate vibes passing in my stomach’s insides
Maybe it’s tragic, that the art within me—
Is magic. Nothing but my heart up my sleeve
Believe in the feeling until all odds are even
Lighting fires of desires when I dream them
But in the end, only dear friends will mention me
Your ghost of a memory, toast of the century.

A lot of clever lines that I liked in this and with some smooth flow to for a nice read. The alchemy line was probably my favorite... The end line was cool too.. So was the start..

Dope, alchemy line was nice