studying Picasso I suddenly empathize
with those whom I generally criticize.
“stop pretending art is hard.”
“stop pretending. art is hard.”
artists make it seem so effortless
to craft a scene with cleverness.
“stop pretending art is hard.”
“stop pretending. art is hard.”
but when the truth is full well told
it takes some work to change shit to gold.
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Myriad
My mind jumps to the cliché;
“Possibilities” and “endless” spring to my head unbidden.
Explore it more; think of the … DAMN! more clichés leap into view!
“Choices”, “Options”, “Possibilities” … no, No, NO!
a myriad of stars in the heavens…
the grains of sand on a beach,
NO! I will not use these trite clichés.
The problem presents itself as a solution:
There simply are not a myriad of ways
to conjure words to discuss the feelings “myriad” evokes.
DICHOTOMY
Fighting. Arguing. Who will win?
Quiet smiles, a twinkle of eyes.
Screaming, bickering, such a din!
Loving glance, cannot jeopardize.
he said she said take it out to the bike shed.
Let me in, I’ll let you win, can’t we be at peace again?
The Art of Asking
A statue spoke to me and said,
“Make art because you love it so,
Because without, you would be dead.
Give it for free, to those you know.
Also to those you don’t, my friend.”
Wise words she spoke to me that day,
“Give art away, your heart defend.
Just ask for it, and they will pay.”
Remember
Slipping Away, back into yesterday;
big hair, big hearts, the dream then falls apart.
Slipping Away. Back into Yesterday.
regret and pain for love once lost in vain.
Slipping. A way back, into yesterday.
what dreams become shattered by morning sun.
Remember this, Today is where we find our bliss.
Water
With Air so thick I could just swim,
The Water does invite me in.
it saturates even the Earth;
to Fire alone, does it give berth.