Seriously had in mind to hang my art upon the walls
of my empty home.

But the residual energy dissuaded me for fear of
artistic damage.

My body is within a clam so deep within the sea,
but never the colors of my stroked brush.

I ought to have looked more carefully
before I began to think.

That now I know, I shall never hang my heart
upon a hook within the sidewalls of madness.

So upon the floor I look at my canvases
within a damaged frame; my Spirit.

And those many who confuse art with madness;
they are correct –> art is created by those
who feel above the threshold of life!

:: 12-17-2017 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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