The Muse And The Artisan

(Painter's Note. Truth be told, this falls under two genres: Everything and Nothing. It's all about what you take from it (or do not) and what you do with that (or don't). And yes, this is a "painter's note." I try to paint pictures: the words are my medium and your mind my canvas.)










If I could make time melt and
Thoughts and hearts mix'n'blend.
Confusing the eyes of Dali.
Spiritual leader leadin' to the end.

Calm and cool blanketing the self.
Contained in shell of anger.
My fingers curl to spare,
Life the claws: retractable danger.

Shots of Evil drown and
Blur the vision of King Solomon.
Wise to the visions of slashes.
Commonding 10 senses uncommon.

Defeating unsteady momentums,
Unholy fates circumventing, no circumsizing.
Self destruction gets defeated.
Survival engineering, peaceful enterprising.









(Painter's Note: It was not meant to have form or rhythm. And if you truly don't understand it and can not connect at all, I have nothing more to say.)

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