Say bye to your woes
and inspire yourself
with the struggle of someone
possibly like you and I
who I learned about once
when I presumed that I was dead.
A homesick man on a voyage
exited home to find a different way of life
far from the people, he doesn't fit in at all.
He waits eagerly to meet melancholia
and alter his life.
Because bad events lead to doorways
for art and life to collide.
Brush stroke after brush stroke
he can produce a spot full of bright colors
sometimes soft, for some, they may seem harsh
outside the standards of the conventional kind of mind.
Blossoms, potatoes, and ripples crash by
cerulean blue, yellow, and white
to place God in his work
that it's his philosophy of life.
There are a lot of shining stars out tonight
the moon has the shape of a banana
looking to the right.
With all his brushes, colors, and God by his side
his committed to painting you
the best starry night.
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'Because bad events
lead to doorways
for art and life to collide.'
even devoid of any theological alignment
I can't help but laud the bravery of this Poem
the fight,
the will, to discover
what comes, after
when we falter,
bruised knees and ego's
as our trophies, in life
and yet we rise, once more
ROAR!
our defiance, in the face
of ill-fate's, cruel machinations
accepting
with humility and unflinching, fervour
our defeat, as spark
to our next, blazing fire of triumph
not just another pile
of dreams, turned to ash...
this
that volcano, lava
birthing
of Artistry's, uncontainable
zest for life!
(I bow to your superior talent, dear Poet)
may your Art, ever
shine bright!
Hey, fellow Poet thanks for the kind words.
I believe you and your kindred spirit wont go unnoticed
now, tomorrow and in your other life.
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