Hide The Canvas

Empty Canvas
Lift the brush and draw
Stoke after stroke
Color fills in
Take the shape, take the look
Paint a masterpiece or paint the sin?
Tonight there is a choice
Be what is thought of the art
Be what it is
Is there a difference?

To say yes is to admit
Created by a fake artist
Painting pictures that will never be true
To get what it wants
What it is after
Leave the painting incomplete
Move on to the next
Everything it wants
But nothing it needs

To say no is to say
It's all an illusion
Interpretation astray
On exhibit for what it wants
And all it needs.
Painting is almost finished
The colors are beautiful

Make-up returned
Mirror shuts
She looks at her reflection
Clears her mind
She's ready to go
The painting is beautiful
But what is the canvas made of?

Once Again

As I lie in bed
My mind paints your portait
On my ceiling
Eye lids light
Sleep you're stealing
I try not dig
I try to be blind
Of what can be done
Always something I find
It takes my breathe
It takes my life
Turn off your phone
You've stolen tonight...

Will Never (1/2/2008)

Finish the maker's mark
Never could make it in the light
So i'll stay in the dark
with every drink
the tears fall faster
memories of you gather
when is it going to be taught
that i cant be left alone
with my thoughts

Actions by you
surround my soul
broken and bruised
I will never feel again
Memories of you
controlling my mind
screaming through
I will never dream again
Absence of you
Hollow in heart
Veins are dry
You're out of sight
I will never love again