A shape Has meaning After we shape The meaning If we shave The faults Off an object We’re left With nothing But the truth
Direction Air planes Move on coordinates Coordinated By its pilot In light Of the mission Before Creation Or rather For creation
Quick Quickness Is determined By the metric System Each step is Recorded Then Put on a pedestal As truth While others try to attain And trick themselves
Believe Only Belief Is deep Beneath the sheet Of skin That wraps your soul Unravel Not with your hands But your mind And find What’s inside
God Will If to freeze Is to make still Than thank god The sun’s moving
The Morn Morning Is for the wake Of a new day Celebrate A life lived righteous There will Will live on Through all of us
Worth Some people try so hard Not too be forgotten They say outrageous things And forget To say something Worth knowing
The Dark Place Jumping from Thought To thought With out putting A connection Worth Presenting With an audience That will understand Your stance Try not so hard To say something Say something That’s hard to say But truth Deep seeded In that dark place Behind your eye’s
I wonder What wee saw Before sight Probably Nothing work Speaking about
Heaven Jump ^ over The ^ tops And ^ above Clouds
Go Green The journey Was embarked Embodied As art I thought I walked through the picture The beautiful land Laid plain in my eyes Oh, How I love To go green
Road 2 Success A road to be crossed Is a road To be watched Be careful And sure to look All ways
Art C Inc. If I was Asked To choose between Art and Education I’d go off On a tangent
Art C. Inc. 2 Creative tools To be used In Arts & Crafts Which one to pick Is the game
Lost The compass Can make Us Turn in circles Trying to find The right direction
Artsy The paint brush Drips A message Depicted as perfect As real life Even it’s imperfections Accurately Portraying Richness
The Wild Pick Through the pieces And build something Of your own Use instruction As a minor pull On Your wild imagination
Claustrophobia Be not Afraid of the dark What’s the difference Between The inside of a closet And inside Your closed eyes
The Slide Slides Of still pictures Can move Fast enough To come alive If we pull Them With a force That drove us Out of caves
Heartbeat Riding On the high’s And low’s Of life I become a rhythm A melody Peacefully Beating Like a heart Nothing else need The questions Are already answered Yes
There will be another Heartbeat.
Void We have To avoid The void Or we’ll become it
The Humans Whose To say What truth Should be based Off of