There is Art
Within this heart
River of paint
Flowing through veins
Paintbrush fingertips create
Decorated time and space
Lasts past my age
Immortal in singular place
Slips through critiques embrace
Apple of my eye
Is the fruit of my labor
Multiple sheets of paper
Image of my maker
True art doesn't lie
Pictures for the blind
Broken wings can fly
Past Icarus height
With divine might
Redeemers relieving light
Sinners scorching blight
Forget my name
Not for fame
Words weaponize the lame
Breaking crowns to claim
Soul free to greet
More than eye meets
Self-aware scared
Third eye blinks
Wavelengths flared
Animosity shrinks
Perspective is mirror
Become what you think
Itchy finger smoking gun
Victimized enemy won
Follow the rules
Halt the tongue
Alleviate your dreams
Conformity is done
Wires to veins
Inject social drug
Do it for the likes
Not for the Love
Handprints drip off walls
Forgetting dandelion laws
Sketchers light the way
Chalk outlines the day
Cops and robbers play
Past to present game
Same eyes stained
Who is to blame
Conditioned to pain
Everything stays the same
Too scared of change
Dollar value weight
Cost of our hate
Love to debate
Cast down the lies
Eyes away from sky
Creating biblical demise
Destiny not mine
Mind cleared shroud
Unity is found
Voice makes us loud
Fear revolutionized crowds
The time is now
About the Creator
Matthew Hernandez
Writing as a way of reflection.
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