Indigo paint covers the hood of my skull
My inner artist wants to come out and play
Drawing figurines and cherry blossom landscapes of whimsical places
Painting fuchsia emotion over the chalky grey disarray
Nothing is ever simple in the mind of a maniac
His genius is too abstract
Placing jazz diction over science fiction
Or a Hip Hop beat over pure black and white facts
Never sleep but living my dream in full HD
High definition becomes a double entendre
Bringing back that mahogany comfortable feeling
Like soul food on Sunday with grandma
Never on a ride to get somewhere
Just a passenger blindfolded digging the sounds
The aromatic smells
The sultry voices of all the people around
My inner artist is always at work
Overtime, double time and so on and so forth
Every experience feeds him more
Adding more color
Watch as he lifts his magenta dipped sleeves and grabs his fork
Giving over to the feeling of being free
My inner artist is the best part of me
About the Creator
DonJuan Carter-Woodard
I am a poet. I am a realist. I am the bullhorn in your ear as you sleep urging you to stay woke
Realizes the collective will to change often needs a catalyst to set the wheels of social & cultural evolution in motion.
These are my thoughts
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