I am an artist
Like it or not
These things inside me
I have just got
To let them out
Share with the worldwide network for fame, gain and more of the same shit
But that's just it. There is no choice. I have this voice and it demands to be heard and seen and let out to spread its wings and carry the word to corners of the globe.
But the world is round, no corners here can't you feel what I'm saying?
What is wrong with your ear?
Your eyes disguise how much of your life you fill with lies to deny and maintain what you were taught is the real but you're too afraid to let yourself feel and be moved by some work that you don't understand but happiness is there if you reach out your hand into the deep where you keep all your fears that seep slowly and dully up to the surface.
You would rather be sorry to try and save face
My fears are on the canvas and in my verse
I'll be an artist till I'm flat in the hearse and the breathe of life has left the body. Critics look back and try and judge me with the stories of who I was and what I meant by each colour and each shape. By each word, each syllable written but it feels like fate.
That's what the critics are missing!
I just want to share
Share who I am and how I see the world
Share the peace I have found and the joy uncontrolled
The healing power of yoga and art
I will tell you true
That's a good place to start
To pass through this life, living fully
To allow my whole being to my work embody
To let go of the results
Set myself free
Now that is artistry
I love poetry.