Categories > Original > Poetry
oil on canvas
0 reviewspeople who think that their interpretations of art are the "right" ones deserve to be shot. they're stifling the whole field.
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Baby blue and bottle green
The sky, the grass so bright and clean
Means not to me as it does to them
Yet they know exactly what you mean
A shattered scene, your own earthquake
Show them the great abuse you take
-Saving the reverence of the censoring gods-
Share with them your black heartache
A wasteland, gouged deep and bold
A Grecian god crowned in fool’s gold
A price and a value, one big and one small
Anguish, painted. Swiftly sold.
Your troubled soul, your wounded heart
Let it all out through your art
And if your work sickens, sickens you
A bright white canvas, brand new start
The sky, the grass so bright and clean
Means not to me as it does to them
Yet they know exactly what you mean
A shattered scene, your own earthquake
Show them the great abuse you take
-Saving the reverence of the censoring gods-
Share with them your black heartache
A wasteland, gouged deep and bold
A Grecian god crowned in fool’s gold
A price and a value, one big and one small
Anguish, painted. Swiftly sold.
Your troubled soul, your wounded heart
Let it all out through your art
And if your work sickens, sickens you
A bright white canvas, brand new start
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