The canvas and the brush

The canvas and the brush
Clouds painted on a light blue
Saxophones play
Skies grow gray
Jive talk
It’s a midnight walk
Now the creatures of the night creep
Outlines on the sidewalk done in chalk
Smoke filled coffee shop
Yuppies and hippies?
What’s the difference?
Happy or sad
Good or bad
Did you get a load of that chick dressed in high heels and a dress of plaid?
Don’t try to help
Get a grip
Shut up
Bite that lip
Saying you’re not invited to this new show and tell
Lost within someone’s own personal hell
I know that painter
I have seen his work once before
He was a starving artist
Did you hear what some say about artists?
That they are all crazy
Lost within their own minds
Do you agree?
Let’s wait and see
Proving that it’s all in your family tree
They call her a closer
That’s great
They call me the bulldozer
Respect is what life is all about
Time to scream my children
It’s now time that you jump and shout
I was strolling down the street today
Finding myself a new pathway home
I found a brand new way
To leave this all behind
Or to write about my stay
What is this that I have found upon my kitchen’s table?
Brick of fresh clay
Cats’ calling
Its time to hit the hay
No way!
Not quite yet
Not today
An artist lost his sexy feline friend
Lost within the semen stained walls
Losing his mind the moment the doctors wanted to cut off his oversexed balls
Don’t you forget what I tell you now
To create as a true artist you must tap into those inner emotions
Buried deep within you
And express these without the fear of negative opinions
This is art in its purist form
New art gallery
Pictures and molded masterpieces
Fine wine shall be served
Come one
Come all
Look upon those who are big and the small
Peaches and cream
The angry shall scream
Watch now the baby does crawl
Catching her innocents when it falls
But wait
Who just walked through the door?
Firm and seductive one
Until you sell your art work boy
You had better get some much needed shut eye
You have work tomorrow
Master sculpture
Silent voice
That is called creation
Don’t copy the media or what is on television
You’ll end up in slave chains
You see what is expressed here in this story
That woman loves and wants to be with him because he is creative
The sensitive man
Don’t say things that will cast you out into deep waters
Silence is golden they say
I’ve learned how true this is
Work is work and play is play
As my eyes grow heavy and I hunger to dream.

The canvas and the brush

john blankenburg

Grafton, United States

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Just a nice flow of a mind poured onto paper……

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