Ink & metal

Deep inside there is a yearning,
Primal instincts steady churning,
Tribal flames ceremonially burning,
Our eager minds continuously learning.

Our flesh, our body, our mind, our soul,
We pierce our skin, to leave a hole,
We probe our minds and make them think,
We color our body with pins and ink.

Art forms as old as Earth herself,
Knowledge of primitives, we treasure as wealth.
With pain we gain, with needle and pin,
Expressions of ourselves from deep within.

We cut, we scar, we bleed, we heal,
Happy with ourselves it makes us feel.
Our ink is our badges, our piercings our pride,
Body art is our expression, of our person inside.

Deep inside there is a yearning,
Primal instincts steady churning,
Tribal flames ceremonially burning,
Our eager minds continuously learning.

The Art Within...by Richard Powell