Monday, June 9, 2014

Change


A simple portrait in radiance of light,
Waves upon waves crash against cobalt blue paint,
A hand sweeping the brush across a world to illustrate,
But what,
The identity is hidden,
Masked behind coded scrawl,
The man we never knew,
The man who gripped art by the nape of the neck,
And thrusted visionary masterpieces,
Of ships and light and fish,
Horizontally onto a map,
Here he is and here he marks,
He for all and he who is seen,
Never the beauties created under,
Never the shadows of people who dream,
Who stare up,
Basking in the painted glows,
And create their own dreams,

Dreams elapsed in suffocation,
Follow or fall,
Be or not,
A ship a bird a fish,
On canvas they leak an image,
Ball and chain they lapse,
Locked in men and boats,
A claustrophobic room,
Nothing to expand,
Or little bits of time,
As rights gain,
under stubborn mind,
Change is not an option,
We seek in the dark,
To withhold our own problems
may it be identity or freedom to be,
an artist

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