What greater gift could be given to me
Than that of a canvas staring blankly
Awaiting it's first brushstroke
In a flash a slash of color across its face
This potential has been placed before me
Like a puzzle piece from my memory
I will fill this void with my living energy
I will compose music for your eyes to see
I will write poetry for your heart to read visually
The power in my hands to put pigment upon paper
To portray a picture that depicts my inner nature
It's a purely creative endeavor
I pour myself into the paint
Each masterpiece contains part of me
In harmonious rhythm
I stain to stimulate
I dye to add drama
I shade to give grace
With an acrylic aesthetic
A cosmetic elegance
An oil overlay
A washing watercolor
The media is mine to design
Each line to represent my life
My gallery tells a story
Ever changing and growing
Forever framing and flowing
To draft love in a sensitive showing
Of my true self in painting
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
What greater gift could be given to me
Than that of a canvas staring blankly
Awaiting it's first brushstroke
In a flash a slash of color across its face
This potential has been placed before me
Like a puzzle piece from my memory
I will fill this void with my living energy
I will compose music for your eyes to see
I will write poetry for your heart to read visually
The power in my hands to put pigment upon paper
To portray a picture that depicts my inner nature
It's a purely creative endeavor
I pour myself into the paint
Each masterpiece contains part of me
In harmonious rhythm
I stain to stimulate
I dye to add drama
I shade to give grace
With an acrylic aesthetic
A cosmetic elegance
An oil overlay
A washing watercolor
The media is mine to design
Each line to represent my life
My gallery tells a story
Ever changing and growing
Forever framing and flowing
To draft love in a sensitive showing
Of my true self in painting
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