Ma, I don’t know
These blues
captive souls
The boulder on my shoulders is getting heavier to hold
Tryin to warm a heart
But my blood So cold
As an ice trey covered in blizzard snows
Now warming by the fire
Doing something I desire

Putting the ink to a tree that’s been cut up into sheets
With A stroke
that repeats in directions that are incomplete
til the visual
supersedes
An original vision
that transitions to an eye willing to listen to a silent scene
Internal bob ross with a forest and a palette of green

Something that speaks to me
Maximizing the creativity

A Symbiotic soul
between paper and pen
Visual and written
symbolism
synonymously smitten

In the concoction of this
Love and rage
anger and bliss
Maximizing the effects
Then reflect
On adjustments
within a hand
That Lands
spectacular misdirect
shuns
Blunt
Rolled with greenery under the sun
Contradicting the gifted one
Contradicting the gift of one



Ma I don’t know (don’t say)
Can you hear …..
Me…
in the show….


Ma I don’t know (don’t say)
Did you ever want….
Me….. to let the emotions go
Ma I don’t know (don’t

Who I might be…if
You Where near
Me This year


Ma I don’t know
How I will heal
once you understand so clear
When your love flows through me








But

Is it for Me
Is it for me

If I want you to remember me for me

I start with an idea of a visual scene

One that takes the spread of canvas primed so it won't bleed

Begins with a palette of colors 
you only can imagine in a dream

If you know me
your first thought was
where is the little silly billy

Too naughty
too nice
always eager to get in between

the direction
lost in the mind
that I was trying to spring

So I'll deepen your vision of me




Colors of blues and greens
the growth of lands and seas
that connect the trees with the air that I breathe
Above the mountains peaks flowing with the river back to the oceans of hope
As these brush strokes
blend
with your brain in reach
To teach
the intent

to focus your eyes
on the backdrop of opportunity

Cruelty blends
without care
While wind is the styles of peace in the air
fluidity is the balance that's rare
with every touch of the brush hairs

Designs a sunset
unable to match
with any real one that's out there

It's a mixture of heart and soul speaking through flesh and bones  
that touches a creative space
Illuminating a sunlight through the unknown

which started clear emptiness
leaving stars to reappear
in a landscape painting through your ear

Take a bow for yourself
The artist is you
All that was needed
was to peer
at the envisions you’ve inspired to
for the next year
And don’t stop there