Dec 2019
Paint the highest peaks
Or sketch the lowest man.
Break a thumb
And get out of restraints.
Sculpt us David
Or splatter a canvas.
Flay another man
And see crimson fall.
Scribe together volumes
Or scribble three lines.
Tear your own flesh
And slip away softly.
Write of her beauty
Or even her majesty.
Beg her to stay
and she takes everything.
It's all art to someone
But let it be known
True art
No matter the medium
always comes from pain.
Or sketch the lowest man.
Break a thumb
And get out of restraints.
Sculpt us David
Or splatter a canvas.
Flay another man
And see crimson fall.
Scribe together volumes
Or scribble three lines.
Tear your own flesh
And slip away softly.
Write of her beauty
Or even her majesty.
Beg her to stay
and she takes everything.
It's all art to someone
But let it be known
True art
No matter the medium
always comes from pain.
a little darker than normal, but a man I've been sailing with told me a fascinating story about when he was a prison guard, some of the most incredible artists are men and women behind bars. those who did horrible things, yes, but were also the most lonely, the poorest, and the most mentally unstable he'd ever bear witness to. which had him convinced that pain is what made true art.
