Write what you know
Paint what you see
Yourself is much more int’resting
Than whoever you pretend to be

Sing what you hear
Move how you must
Look not to other’s favour
In yourself you may trust

Create and inspire
Astound and amuse
Yourself is an instrument
Go ahead - play what you choose!

One Winter's day the pain will fade
and letting go of you won't be so hard  
so I spend most of my time paining over scars
and bleeding hearts
and trying to live for the art.  
I drown in the sight of you
there's no way to look at you
different shades of blue covers the inside of me
with cold smoke particles glued – (to me)
producing what seems to be an endless sea of clear dew.    
As the snow falls to the ground
white nothingness fill my eyes
and all the window have been opened, and everything falls upside down.
The dying little flowers sprouting out of the snow has been placed in a place I use to call the sky
It's not too warm or too cold I need close my mind even if it’s for a little while.  
You You You You running through my empty head
No words or songs or judgements or thoughts just -You
I need to tip a whole tin of paint over me

Because me and you are through.

New Years
New You

New Fears
New Blue

We all wish to be painted in new colors
But we don’t always get to choose

The white screen stands there…
    It gives me no pleasure to look at it,
                The temptation of the white woman,
Just waiting to be painted on,
A human canvas,
The white innocence laid out for all to see.
                    As soon as the words flow,
             The innocence is lost and colors splatter the canvas,
     Spectrum floods the eyes
meaning splatters the foundation.



            The white woman is stained,
    The innocence drowned in sin.
                No longer white,
        She dances among the others,
                    Showing off her feathers
            Pride and joy in each step,
    Meaning left behind, and determination in her leaps.
        No longer white,
                The painted poem smiles at me.













Painted

I forgive you for hurting me.
I forgive you for lying to me,
for betraying me,
for leaving me all alone,
and for ignoring me.
I forgive you
Because hating you hurts.
The memories are like anchor holding me back
Thinking about you.
That time just makes my
Wounds sore,
Brain bruise,
Heart heavy
and the poison in my veins
is hurting me.
So I forgive you.
I know the poison will leave slowly,
so I forgive you to heal me.
I’ll let go of the grudges
To find peace.

i know i can't make music like some.
i know i can't make paints play like some.

but i know what i can do more than some.
I can love you more than anyone.