Let me tell you something bout ARTISTS
Wasanii…Wasanii…
We artists are a different kind of people
We need to be alone a lot
Alone
to hear
the solos in our heads
We have to be alone
Even in a crowd of fifty thousand
to give SPACE
to the ART
that’s
being BORN in our heads
And WE walk to the beat of a different drummer
And
WE see this whole world differently
Through rose tinted
Sometimes
Dented
Concave lens
And
WE walk to the beat of a different drummer
And
WE see this whole world differently
That difference gives birth
To the
Creativity
Within
We walk to the beat of a different drummer
Both eyes closed
knocking all asunder
Concentrating on the notes
Swirling round
And round
In our heads
We let a quick breath go slowly out
Sailing past notes flowin’ in
About
The Pleasure and the Joy
Of
CREATIVITY!
A dust devils twirl
With
An Angels tread
Spilling out
Like
HOT molten lead…
The Blessing and the Pleasure
Of
CREATIVITY!!!
WE Artists are
Born
To
Twist and Turn
And
Mold and Shatter
The WORLD
With the TRUTH of our Vision
Our Paints and our Sculptures
And
Our Carvings
And
Our WORDS!
Our Needles and Threads
And
Dances
And
Songs!
And that ARTIST within
Takes me on wandering journeys…
TRIPS
Of
IMAGINATION
That
Sometime
Tugs me from my bed at night
And
MOVES me
To get it all down NOW
Before the image fades and blurs
Into an afterglow
Of
Incense
And
MAGIC!
And it IS Magic to me!
A thing of ITSELF
With
Hardly any control
From MYSELF
IT’S LIKE
MAGIC
TO ME!
IT’S LIKE MAGIC!
OUR
C R E A T I V I T Y!!!!
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