We all have 3 common grounds of expressions
One common idea to keep our feets grounded while the rest of our heads wandering in the universe
Because we artists are the universe
Specs of stars
Take the blood that course through my vessels
Turn them into vessels; launch them into outer spaces.
My mind knows they cannot keep me in the same place.
Brushstroke of cities on a canvas
The curled gold in the poet’s mouth
The momentum of the dancers
The harmonious chord of life
They cannot keep our minds in the same place.
We are astronauts
Exploring the galaxies that lies within our souls
It is with science that we learn to control
Mediate life to our advantage
But some days we forget its beauty
And forgot how to just be
Because everything inspires
We are explorers trying to find out who we really are
Two hands, two feet, two ears, two eyes, two sides of the brain, two lungs and for some of us, two wings
All things essential come in pairs
But why don’t we have two hearts?
We might have lost it amongst the dust when we took our first breath out of the womb
Always trying to find that missing piece
So with these Two hands, two feet, two ears, two eyes, two sides of the brain, two lungs and two wings we create magnets to center ourselves in the middle
Hoping to find our other half that might be scattered amongst everyone here
Einstein’s theory, we never die just transfer energy.
Do you feel me?
Learn to experiment with your surroundings
Spray paint clouds in the blue sky
Let the residue splash like raindrops, we’re already toxic anyway
We are painters leaving our imprints behind hoping they’ll find a piece of them in us
We are musicians
Treble, alto and soprano
The bitter sweet melody that hums in our throats
Life tides rides waves of the ocean like notes on a falsetto run.
Up and down and up and down and up and down again
A manic depressive or a bipolar kid off the pills
No; keep me away from the the pills
I am a wolf, a crescendo in my howl
Can you feel?
It’s the passion trembling through our fingertips
The harmonies we create from the people telling us no; and voices in our heads telling us yes create the maybes that keeps us sane
At the end of the day what is “normal”
We, artists, are humans.
Animals in the most insane art form.