I cry black tears for the poor
the hungry
the homeless
the war-wounded souls of yesterday
I cry black tears for the pain
the sorrows
the hopeless
loneliness causes surrender
Those who's feet ache of life and loss
Those who have given up
Waving their white flag
Who no longer cry any tears at all

I cry kaleidoscope tears for the happy
the ones in love
the free
the relief of air after being underwater
I cry kaleidoscope tears for the memories
of laughter
of sunbeams
of freedom
Tears that shine of happiness
Showing the intoxication of love
Radiating like sunbeams from cheeks
Giving off that psychedelic ambiance
Smiles spreading like a fever
Infecting those who stare

Good art is never easy to understand

A thousand people can look at the same painting and think one thousand different things

Some won't understand it

Others may mock it, call it odd

Ugly

Stupid

But who cares?

Because the artist knows

What's behind the colors

And all the critics can mock all they want

That painting is worth a million dollars