Tools are ready for the task to complete
With my blank paper for visualizing the reality
Vast ideas are place in the tip of this brush
That were kept, for no one to judge.
Colors and strokes fills the canvass with harmony
Imagination once confined, now travels the universe
Begins to unravel and astonish the mankind.
The masterpiece is ready for the world to see.
A sudden thought crossed my vague mind
It wasn't made to shield me from judgement
But rather made to express my imprisoned creativity
And so kept my art a secret, a forgotten vanity.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Stroke of Realization
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Tools are ready for the task to complete
With my blank paper for visualizing the reality
Vast ideas are place in the tip of this brush
That were kept, for no one to judge.
Colors and strokes fills the canvass with harmony
Imagination once confined, now travels the universe
Begins to unravel and astonish the mankind.
The masterpiece is ready for the world to see.
A sudden thought crossed my vague mind
It wasn't made to shield me from judgement
But rather made to express my imprisoned creativity
And so kept my art a secret, a forgotten vanity.
With my blank paper for visualizing the reality
Vast ideas are place in the tip of this brush
That were kept, for no one to judge.
Colors and strokes fills the canvass with harmony
Imagination once confined, now travels the universe
Begins to unravel and astonish the mankind.
The masterpiece is ready for the world to see.
A sudden thought crossed my vague mind
It wasn't made to shield me from judgement
But rather made to express my imprisoned creativity
And so kept my art a secret, a forgotten vanity.
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