i Lied/Redefine

entitled: Redefine

paint falls from the sky like rain

as the paint splatters

in the distance is a familiar chatter

when the wind blows

the leaves on trees

resemble bristles on brushes 

take a walk through my mind and redefine what art is 

acrylic sky scrapers scrape the sky etching clouds into monuments 

housing reality thus i cry when my thoughts our cloudy

my reflection reflects off blank pages 

thats why my note books contain scribbles 

its a high-noon showdown between the truth and i 

with the canvas mediating in the middle

blank walls are window in which i gaze upon righteousness

thats why i empty cans on it 

to block its path to the plane of reality in which i exist.

the sanctuary of silence is like kryptonite 

faced with the burden of silent dreams no words only things

beasts in which i yearn to hear what they say.

only allowed peaceful dreams due to my nightmares walking amongst me during the day.

and so i pray to the easel of eternity harnisting my entity 

the blessed brushes dipped in the paints of peril 

creating my road with one true stoke 

grant me death or burden me with life allow me to receive the ability to escape my reality

bless me with tools to evade truth.

Because that.

That is art