The Art

I miss the art like I miss the rain in seasons of drought

but I must refrain you drive me insane with doubt

The art is still painted from the heart

Since the start of notion in motion of light and dark

I see it’s an endless Journey so close but so far away together we embark

The art of the Truth and of a story to tell

I miss them told if they were told well

The art of life and its death

art of Beauty with love and with hate

All amongst our great

Beyond heaven and Hell’s Gate

So when we place upon canvas or wickedly depicted with pen

Remember we are all one on this Earth or Eden

And though we change slightly it’s our Same Love no matter now or then

And seeing you is just a matter of when

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Author: mAdMoUtHiNk

Say what you want say what you will; I feel its sad how we feel what we say and make each other ill…. build me up or break me still, the monster is in this language; as a kill or a thrill.

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