art...
There are stanzas of words meant for you but still aren't said for the sake of feelings...
the whole idea of this is art
for art is the abstract reasoning of things..
art is the attraction ridiculed by time,
art is me...
for I am afraid of revealing the truth.
We say that art is beautiful but
Is it
Always pretty?
We say that art is feeling but
Is it
Not also thought?
Art is choice, expression through
Choice.
Choice is freedom.
Freedom is burdensome.
Logic dictates,
Art must be a burden,
But,
It is
Our human right
To carry.
Peacock Tail Feather Words
Art warms its pith passionately
before the flames burn out
vivid strokes of life unveiled.
Creative heart unfolds,
unfurled butterfly wings,
flinging intense colors
peacock tail feather words,
caressing rhapsodic embrace
washed with luminosity
carved deeply into soul.
To Each His Own
His broken smile, and
Inscription of frown lines;
The palpable grief when
He talks about his childhood;
His memories scarred with
The burden of insight, and;
The honesty in his voice,
When he tells me he loves me.
This is art.
art is what I create from the mess you leave behind after ruining me.
What is art
Morning glories bloom
Their sinuous dance
Warming themselves in the Suns rise
Wanting nothing more
To show their radiance
This is art
Art
The subtle intricacies that somehow enhance innate characteristics of individual entities.
Minds Eye
Art is an external manifestation of everything possible in the psyche.
Art is food for the mind. It gives us something to think about that is not the dreary routine of the day and allows us to feel that perhaps there really is more than what we feel we know.