I couldn't write descriptions of what this art is equal to
I could better paint my emotion for you
A whirl wind of color, light and sound
This is one weird world
And it's freaky weird that I'm feeling this way
I could probably paint a better picture explaining your image though my
eyes
I could paint the truth
Because that's what I see in your eyes
Brand names wash clean after rinsed with tears
Smile and frowns fade to revieal true emotions from peers
But yours and mine remain
Unchanging, exactly and entirely the same
Yes in my eyes, this world is pretty messed up
And after the paint etches it's self deep into my soul
What's left is real
What's left it you
Staring back at me from this once whitewashed paper
Still and true
Without one single waver
The is one weird world
And it's freaky weird that I'm painting this way
Before I once painted my airy light dreams
Then they were weighed down by discouraging thoughts of failure
Now as you sweep though the muddled verses
Once rising, now falling in one throbbing tone
But I need no ears to see what you speak
For your wispers were spoken in it and now concealed in the paint
My instrument of feeling though sound
Transformed inot my own visual emotion
That only you and I can relate to
That only you and I can understand completely
Yes in my eyes the rest of this world is pretty insane
And after the paint flows from my heart to my brush
The insanity releases it's self in a flooding poetic rush
What's left is me, me and you
What left is the only real thing on this earth that's true
This is one weird world
And it's freaky weird that it's looking this way
Colors twirled and whirled into one image
One picture of trust
One picture of truth
The whispers swarming in my ears
Are drowned out by the clear music of proof
The unwavering strong tune from the very image of your eyes
reflecting the reality of this swirled and whirled world
This yearning that's deep inside
Burried within the tangles of my art
Is captured and concealed
Inside the workings of my heart
Drawn out and made real
With each splatter and each stroke
Brushes smear what's real
Out onto and over what's fake
And it's your eyes that watch me
In quiet calm approval
Approval of my creation and spin off of reality
This society is all about perception
How what's seen is interpreted by fate
But I close my eyes and I open my mind
I open my heart so I can feel what I find
What I see is stripped down of the masked disguise
What's left is true reality
But this reality is you captured within my painting
What's true is you
My living art

p.s. thanks court

 
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