Looking far into raw green
Lay the things I’ve never seen:
There’s bright matter and pure hart,
Magic, chemistry and swart.
Clean vibration, complex smile,
Almost lingers for a while,
That it blows into a song
Molecules of right and wrong.
Then it hits me with despair:
How small am I? Do they care?
Have they noticed what they’ve done?
No…
They haven’t…
Life
Goes on.
Feb 26, 2011
Feb 26, 2011 at 12:08 AM UTC
Art is a refuge
Art is a prayer
Art is a melody
Art is despair
Art is my passion
Art is my dance
Art is my view
Art is my chance
Art is frustration
Art is a skill
Art is pure beauty
Art is a dream
Art is my view
Art is my pain
All in perspective
Art is a game.
Art is my air
Art is my heart
Art brings us together
And tears us apart,
Art is all I know
It’s all I forgot
It’s all I could want
And all that I got
It’s all that I feel
And more than everything else
It’s love and it’s passion,
Freedom and strength.
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 2:25 PM UTC