Art
Paint this night, dark blue skies brushed with bright lights
Alien starlight to close minded eyes
A decision to make another stroke of water colors
One too many choices, to finish an imperfect portrait created by hand
My hand, ruined by me
I've an eye for beauty, yet there’s an absence in detail
Which could reveal something so precious,
Yet to the human eye, something so indiscernible
I craft these visions, form these verse
Yet stray from the art, salve to derogation
Its hard to write a masterpiece, still working on inspiration
Wile writing, while painting chorus of certain names
I'd rather not speak know when this canvas burns away
Reminder in the form of ashes, of what remains
If this was only as easy as stealing Mona Lisa's smile
Ears will not listen sense would not fail though
They reveal to me in memory chanting
"looks should be left in boxes, under the bed out of the world
away from strangers on streets, not on the walls of galleries
carved by eyes, reflecting a false smile and a gaze that
says everything but the true meaning"
Don't read into these too deep, it as cleave to as "love me"
You didn't read my reply, will; I’m sorry suffice?
Inspiration taken in, in a couple of seconds
Sketching imaginary smiles won't come at a cost
Like a masterpiece that sells for a nickel
When depreciation prevails, the passion is lost
The artist still forever around to witness
The gaze that says everything; is as empty as hearts
And that is where lies my inspiration in paper painted.
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I'm not blind, I believe in you.
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