ART is where I shed a Masterpiece
Art is where I shed coloured; rain
If you were the Mono Lisa, every -one would come and see
Everyone is not the same
It seems to me that’s who I am
A …ME……………
Eyes to view, looking wide to unlock sky
A rare and priceless piece of art my heart clock…… in my mind’s eye
I will not renounce my soul I will only paint truth.no lies from me
I stand in front of my masterpiece
I cannot tell you how it hurts so much…holding rainbow sky
My hand to eye my heart it cried
I am resilient, but I stand alone with angels who stand guard by me
A wounded woman painting marks….
Tiny particles of light fused hopefully confronting sparks
Honesty……. it sometimes hurts
To be a chosen one
To be the one to paint and write a masterpiece; my love for art
Where once I was held in deep repose a chamber dark
A miracle of paint marks; hidden….. living inside ;which then arose
I am a master piece ………I have now attached
Unlike a thief in the night; he who goes…
Leaving me with painful eyes; wound marks; …..done
Lengths of pain belonging to the chancer’s clan…..but I have won
I can’t tell you why it hurts so much…to paint a master piece….but it can
But you cannot feel…. as I do my soul
The strength that lives inside
Is to attach you, to feeling growth
My prize is to paint a World; I am now left stripped without disguise
To touch others with what life moves inside
Marks, strokes which have begun
That is my note for all to queue
My life being now creativity
Out came a flowing river once held now new
Now each eye and hand is used to make my marks
My loudest note is in my hand ; I paint always with my heart
March 17th 2011……..this was started … I have now fine tuned it……hope you like it …it is about truth.
