Thine canvas is white

Full of love and light
It is here
I take flight
At the knowledge of freedom
I pick up my brush

In a colorful rush

I’ll fill the canvas with colors
Shades of light
hues of blue
Red for love will make due
Over time
I’ll slowly fill the space
Without a doubt without a trace
My painting will be a beacon to all
Who have witnessed, this eternal fall
From grace.
A grave disgrace.

But that’s the beauty of art

As clay in ones hands
we hold the plan
And will mold it as we wish
Choose dark colors for a dark day
Or choose happy colors for a new way
It is but a Choice
with your brush in hand
To create whatever colors You can
This painting is my last yet my also my first
For this time it is by birth
A book well written theyll say someday
And that’s why I crave to fill away
Every crevice and nook
With the most extravagant of lines
This painting I’ve named my divine

My canvas is perfect

it is true
Art Is but for the fools
Well I am a Fool Proudly today
Proud in all my Silly ways
Art is life and life is art
So keep your wits for you mite need em
Especially when you search 4 freedom
If you look elsewhere,
Beware that real freedom comes from within
As you abide by your constitution
You’ll experience a personal American revolution
Turn over the leaf to a new you
Of acceptance, love, and a beautiful Blue.
Fill your painting through and through
Layer by layer never once the same
Evolving for better is the name
Love and love and love More

Namaste

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