Thousand drops of rain explain how strange we are.
From strokes of brushes
Toward fused colored schemes
Create extreme tensions of what Art is.
If it were his decision.
He would paint thee Mona Lisa.
If it were his decision.
He would chisel thee statue of David.
If it were his decision.
He would paint the school of Athens.
If it were his decision.
He would sculpt penitent Magdalene.
Why does it seem obscene to pursue art?
Must we embark upon surrealism.
In order to truly glimpse into the future with a vision.
Precision through streaks of water colors.
Dance anxiously over naked canvases.
Leaving bled footprints of pigment.
Scattered across in an instant.
But if you listen closely.
You could hear thee splash of puddles as the paint brush pivots.
Limits of the imagination will continuously be mere minutes.
Thus making art itself explicit.
Many who glanced at passion have the preconceived notion of wickedness.
Art is not merely an object to cash on.
It is truly passion in our spirits.
Lit by burning desires wired by awareness.
That very fragment of reality is evolving.
As if we were to stare at illusions as if they are a speck of existence.
But ever since the inspiration of marbled giants toward figments of the imagination.
Being revived upon illustrations.
Forming a widespread invasion into millions of undiminished minds.
Therefore binding the mentality of virtue.
Releasing insights upon issues.
From initially sketching a concept with context.
Results in projecting those idealism throughout the world.
Swirl as audiences distinguish symbolism inside a portrait.
Like orphans searching for their biological parents in society.
Sanity was flawless to achieve when thou art becomes legendary.
But when reality fades away from fame.
You name will be remembered through the test of time.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Forever Done
Retail you must have to work at least once in a life time.
Now is it a crime to be forced to smile while aggravating customers shoot glares at thou.
As if you caused a foul in a football game.
Even though we continuously repeat its company policy.
Customers still stalk me in an effort for revenge.
Yikes!
Like a screaming baboon chasing soon for their prey.
Well you know what, fuck that.
I chose to stay.
Why don't you hurry up and pay for your purchases.
Instead of acting like a clown in a circus.
And before you leave why don't you thank me for my service.
Knowing all the money in the would only leave you worthless.
Now is it a crime to be forced to smile while aggravating customers shoot glares at thou.
As if you caused a foul in a football game.
Even though we continuously repeat its company policy.
Customers still stalk me in an effort for revenge.
Yikes!
Like a screaming baboon chasing soon for their prey.
Well you know what, fuck that.
I chose to stay.
Why don't you hurry up and pay for your purchases.
Instead of acting like a clown in a circus.
And before you leave why don't you thank me for my service.
Knowing all the money in the would only leave you worthless.
Flirtatious Trials
I remember how approaching women was a nightmare.
To be even, I've had my fair share of rejections.
Questioning myself why me?
As you can see I'm short.
Who has to report to higher standards of masculinity.
But really my ego becomes shattered by being turned down by six foot amazons.
Why I approach them?
Then why the hell not?
But every time I converse, my tongue converses itself into a knot.
Like spiraled film within a VHS tape.
Was it really my shape and size?
That defines my masculinity in attraction.
Or was it my performance of action from pleasuring her desire.
I'm not in dire need for love.
Maybe encounter from the opposite sex would be nice.
But they probably ponder twice to pursue an Asian.
Who we are known to cause persuasion for every occasion.
Why must society label our shortened penis!
Even Venus and Mars are lovers.
To be even, I've had my fair share of rejections.
Questioning myself why me?
As you can see I'm short.
Who has to report to higher standards of masculinity.
But really my ego becomes shattered by being turned down by six foot amazons.
Why I approach them?
Then why the hell not?
But every time I converse, my tongue converses itself into a knot.
Like spiraled film within a VHS tape.
Was it really my shape and size?
That defines my masculinity in attraction.
Or was it my performance of action from pleasuring her desire.
I'm not in dire need for love.
Maybe encounter from the opposite sex would be nice.
But they probably ponder twice to pursue an Asian.
Who we are known to cause persuasion for every occasion.
Why must society label our shortened penis!
Even Venus and Mars are lovers.
Sirens
Can you hear that?
Those are screeching sirens.
As thee firemen slash the totaled vehicle.
Encasing thou legs like a cave collapsing into itself.
Do you believe your wealth will save you from death?
Can you even accept death?
Slowly your breath shrivels.
While your arms cringe from dislocations.
Having the incisive sensation of burning ashes.
Hush as your eyes slip into darkness.
Hearing suspenseful screams
Hoping it would seem like a dream.
Now rewind and rewind.
When you are behind a Chevrolet.
Texting the family I'll be there soon.
Never assuming doom from that last text.
Wrecked!
Flex as your muscles tighten the wheel's grip.
Flipped!
As the car spirals like a cyclone.
Sliding upon the freeway as if you are a launched paper airplane across the table.
Cradling yourself from impact.
Face smashes repetitively into the windshield.
While your hands are still attached to the steering wheel.
Can you feel it?
How about now?
How about now!
How could you allow yourself to be ignorant!
For an instant, your family trusted you with responsibility.
Now its sad to foresee your dignity shattered.
Splattered with endless shrapnel of metal and fractured glass.
Enough with the sass.
Look at yourself.
Can you feel that blistering scar written upon your face.
Wishing to erase those flaws.
Sadly in the eyes of the law, you are guilty.
For quickly ending a text.
Leading into casualties the next.
Why so perplex?
Do you really believe in ignorance knowing you are the main suspect.
Expect to compensate for time.
Do you feel alive from this adrenaline rush of speed?
Because succeed in murder indeed.
Those are screeching sirens.
As thee firemen slash the totaled vehicle.
Encasing thou legs like a cave collapsing into itself.
Do you believe your wealth will save you from death?
Can you even accept death?
Slowly your breath shrivels.
While your arms cringe from dislocations.
Having the incisive sensation of burning ashes.
Hush as your eyes slip into darkness.
Hearing suspenseful screams
Hoping it would seem like a dream.
Now rewind and rewind.
When you are behind a Chevrolet.
Texting the family I'll be there soon.
Never assuming doom from that last text.
Wrecked!
Flex as your muscles tighten the wheel's grip.
Flipped!
As the car spirals like a cyclone.
Sliding upon the freeway as if you are a launched paper airplane across the table.
Cradling yourself from impact.
Face smashes repetitively into the windshield.
While your hands are still attached to the steering wheel.
Can you feel it?
How about now?
How about now!
How could you allow yourself to be ignorant!
For an instant, your family trusted you with responsibility.
Now its sad to foresee your dignity shattered.
Splattered with endless shrapnel of metal and fractured glass.
Enough with the sass.
Look at yourself.
Can you feel that blistering scar written upon your face.
Wishing to erase those flaws.
Sadly in the eyes of the law, you are guilty.
For quickly ending a text.
Leading into casualties the next.
Why so perplex?
Do you really believe in ignorance knowing you are the main suspect.
Expect to compensate for time.
Do you feel alive from this adrenaline rush of speed?
Because succeed in murder indeed.
Devil's Brew
How do you escape reality?
Will it involve raping thou organs with the sip of booze.
Why would you choose to satisfy yourself with this poison.
Was the noise of the baby's plea too drastic?
How about thou fantastic conception to create a child.
Whose wild endless dreams will seem like piped request.
Why can't you accept responsibility without causing infamy.
Is your dignity at stake for your mistakes you've passed upon your children.
When will you consider redemption for your sins.
By the taste of those moist lips upon thee alcohol's tip.
Will only result in clustering of the heart.
Apart from expressing distressed love.
Like doves intertwining across thee pond.
Fond of off springs you glance.
Into the distance just grasping for a can.
Like an orphan asking for seconds, who then is beckoned with remorse.
Of course you wouldn't give a damn.
Just cramming amounts of cash from your hidden mattress stash.
And when you drink in repetitions.
Your sense of morals are driven into a spiral.
Like cars hydroplaning upon the freeway on a rainy morning.
Sworn by promises of giving up this addiction.
Have only left thou afflicted with second guessing yourself.
Lectured day in and day out.
Without your devil's blood, you are nothing but a hollow shell.
Truth be told, you say you lost your sense of reality.
When really reality actually left you.
Will it involve raping thou organs with the sip of booze.
Why would you choose to satisfy yourself with this poison.
Was the noise of the baby's plea too drastic?
How about thou fantastic conception to create a child.
Whose wild endless dreams will seem like piped request.
Why can't you accept responsibility without causing infamy.
Is your dignity at stake for your mistakes you've passed upon your children.
When will you consider redemption for your sins.
By the taste of those moist lips upon thee alcohol's tip.
Will only result in clustering of the heart.
Apart from expressing distressed love.
Like doves intertwining across thee pond.
Fond of off springs you glance.
Into the distance just grasping for a can.
Like an orphan asking for seconds, who then is beckoned with remorse.
Of course you wouldn't give a damn.
Just cramming amounts of cash from your hidden mattress stash.
And when you drink in repetitions.
Your sense of morals are driven into a spiral.
Like cars hydroplaning upon the freeway on a rainy morning.
Sworn by promises of giving up this addiction.
Have only left thou afflicted with second guessing yourself.
Lectured day in and day out.
Without your devil's blood, you are nothing but a hollow shell.
Truth be told, you say you lost your sense of reality.
When really reality actually left you.
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