The king of art poem — AGUSTIN NOGUERA

The King of art

Three, six, nine,

my muses in rhyme,

I am , the king, of art.

always divine,

visuals and music flow through my veins,

And your sense, turn insane.

My brush, my pen,

they dance with grace,

The universe is my canvas,

a boundless space.

I am eternal, with no beginning or end,

my minimalistic spirit,

my elegant blend.

Future features fortune,

a vision bright,

dream, of a maximalist,

fine art in sight!

I stand the test, of time,

in power and fierce,

from my Interdimensional force,

my veins are the colour that fuels,

art flowing through,

a spirit that rules.

Like thunderbolts that split the dark skies,

My art sparks,

makes you blind and your soul so fucking alive!

This, is , heaven,

philosophy in your mind,

A blast of poetry,

abstract and ultra-refined.

My music is our guide,

a pictorial symphony in the sky,

the designer of constellations shines,

Strong with love,

energy in prime,

A void of creativity,

always, I provide,

I am, the Queen of art!,

a master sublime.

I am the quantum that caress you and takes the pain off,

feel the storm rage on,

let the thunder roar!

My ink,

my art,

they will soar.

Time, will pass, ………………………..

my power remains,

fine art endures by beauty sustains.