Art depicts the beauty in the world
Be it a forest, a sunset, or a beautiful girl
The world is a criminal and art its captor
Different perspectives can capture the rapture
The laughter
The joy. The sunlight can be sketched
As if it stretched
Across the land
Or it can be drawn as if it were etched
In the palm of your hand.
But you know what it is, you see the light
You feel its warmth, taste its might
A sole painting can be interpreted in many ways
Spark a discussion that runs for days
Can hold a meaning that weighs
Heavy in your heart
It can confuse and bemuse you, rip you apart
And a part
Of you knows what you’re supposed to think
How you’re supposed to feel, and it makes my heart sink
How you blink when they blink
Think what they think
Jump when they say to and when they say back down…you shrink
Conformity
Is a deformity
It’s disturbing and unattractive
Perturbing and retroactive
Why color in the lines?
Fuck the lines
Why be confined?
It’s your time to shine
Write over here
Or over there
E v e r y w h e r e
Art’s never been about control
It’s about what’s in your soul
No one can tell you how to perceive
No one can tell you not to dance on your revolution’s eve
Art will start the revolution
Before the only resolution
Is devolution
We’re trapped so much by the desecration
We forget to fight for our emancipation
And get stuck in a line of anticipation
It’s said that if you wait, good things will come to you
But that means to be patient, not lazy. Things won’t just be done for you
You can’t wait for the rules to change
Write em
You can’t wait for the wars to wage
Fight em
Hark
If the Herald angels were to sing
Could you call it art? Such a precious thing
Art can’t be defined
In the confines of a rhyme
It’s medicine, to relieve your depression
It’s a pure, beautiful form of self expression
You should open your mind and let the pressure of the world lessen
And maybe the once you see it’s true beauty you’ll finally learn a lesson
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