Ma, I don’t know

These blues

captive souls

The boulder on my shoulders is getting heavier to hold

Tryin to warm a heart

But my blood So cold

As an ice trey covered in blizzard snows

Now warming by the fire

Doing something I desire

Putting the ink to a tree that’s been cut up into sheets

With A stroke

that repeats in directions that are incomplete

til the visual

supersedes

An original vision

that transitions to an eye willing to listen to a silent scene

Internal bob ross with a forest and a palette of green

Something that speaks to me

Maximizing the creativity

A Symbiotic soul

between paper and pen

Visual and written

symbolism

synonymously smitten

In the concoction of this

Love and rage

anger and bliss

Maximizing the effects

Then reflect

On adjustments

within a hand

That Lands

spectacular misdirect

shuns

Blunt

Rolled with greenery under the sun

Contradicting the gifted one

Contradicting the gift of one

Ma I don’t know (don’t say)

Can you hear …..

Me…

in the show….

Ma I don’t know (don’t say)

Did you ever want….

Me….. to let the emotions go

Ma I don’t know (don’t

Who I might be…if

You Where near

Me This year

Ma I don’t know

How I will heal

once you understand so clear

When your love flows through me

But

Is it for Me

Is it for me

If I want you to remember me for me

I start with an idea of a visual scene

One that takes the spread of canvas primed so it won't bleed

Begins with a palette of colors

you only can imagine in a dream

If you know me

your first thought was

where is the little silly billy

Too naughty

too nice

always eager to get in between

the direction

lost in the mind

that I was trying to spring

So I'll deepen your vision of me

Colors of blues and greens

the growth of lands and seas

that connect the trees with the air that I breathe

Above the mountains peaks flowing with the river back to the oceans of hope

As these brush strokes

blend

with your brain in reach

To teach

the intent

to focus your eyes

on the backdrop of opportunity

Cruelty blends

without care

While wind is the styles of peace in the air

fluidity is the balance that's rare

with every touch of the brush hairs

Designs a sunset

unable to match

with any real one that's out there

It's a mixture of heart and soul speaking through flesh and bones

that touches a creative space

Illuminating a sunlight through the unknown

which started clear emptiness

leaving stars to reappear

in a landscape painting through your ear

Take a bow for yourself

The artist is you

All that was needed

was to peer

at the envisions you’ve inspired to

for the next year

And don’t stop there