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Combine paint and words.
Complementing each other,
Juxtopostion.
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Artistic process
Whether writing or painting,
Requires practice.
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What am I painting?
Because that's what's important—
Also processes.
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All aesthetic art
Reflects the artists spirit,
It's not how but what.
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Layers on layers,
Consider composition,
Building up layers.
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Negative photos.
Distorting reality.
Brings colour to life.
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Visible colour.
Electromagnetism.
Such a small section.
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Her auric aspect,
Radiates bliss forever,
Because she is hope.
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If I read your lines,
And they cause me to fear
I will bring you love.
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Conceptual art.
Not concerned with aesthetics,
Hides in ideas.
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Let's talk about art.
Do discussions make it so?
Is art a concept?
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Everything that lives,
Is seeking meaning and love.
Unbreakable hope–
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Everything must die.
Discussion of destiny.
Changing dimension.
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Nature or nurture?
An intertwining of both.
Programmable minds.
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Despite everything,
The environment shapes us,
We always have choice.
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This is who I am,
A product of my own doing.
Through all life choices.
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Do not fear mistakes,
It's about how you use them,
To better yourself.
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I hold out the keys,
Walking with understanding,
To unlock wisdom.
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Down the motorway,
With midnight fast approaching...
Round the roundabout–
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Puce, navy, stained green.
Dark sky– the end of twilight,
The stars won't twinkle.
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Twig snaps in pitch black,
A sinister boogeyman?
No, just a rabbit!
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Trees transform to spears,
Or mossy headstone maybe-
Deceased guardians.
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The riverside walk,
Just beyond the gathered tree,
What about sunlight?
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Let me go outside,
Rats by the night and by day...
Scurrying squirrels.
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Drinking cold coffee,
Why does my life lack windows?
Sat in the staff room.
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Fairies in the loft,
Bag of rags, unwanted art.
Unwritten stories_
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Another summer,
The low light of bedside lamps
Cuts into twilight.
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Dead badger on road.
Two ravens sat on a fench.
Thistles ten foot tall.
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Middle of hot June,
Green garden is overgrown.
All giant thistles.
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Reclining in bed,
No windows in my bedroom.
Sizzling heat of June.
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The arts split thusly
Realms of imagination.
Realms of inquiry.
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How to define art?
Subjective and objective,
Playful intellect.
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Creating beauty,
Art concerned with aesthetics,
Personal preference.
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Cognitive freedom,
Welcome to the liberal arts,
Learning joyously.
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Ideas flourish,
The scientific method,
Applied socially.
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Pocket sized potions,
Drink for all the live long days.
Laughing contagious.
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Can you continue?
Keep telling myself to stop,
Leaving it to me.
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The ticktock of time,
play the passing of currents,
waves are in my head.
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Like little droplets,
delivered the blazing heat,
I'm proper beading.
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A distant drum beat,
gathers my mortality.
I become undone.
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We don't need our jobs,
Make way fit automation,
We'll still contribute.
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Here is the future,
All services and products
Are automated.
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Everything is free,
Because we've outgrown money,
We pay for nothing.
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Our community,
We live by our creations,
Reaping what we sew.
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I've come to the point,
That every man will come to,
When you must create.
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Why not talk with me?
Now take a seat and repeat,
Your long life story.
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It's pleonastic,
Mellifluous myriad,
Of repetition.
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I vociferate,
This sesquipedalia,
To the high welkin.
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Philanthropic task,
Demure magnanimity,
Confounded with gifts.
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Acerbic pallor,
And remain amiable,
When sights are boring.
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