Universal Canvas
The Walls, The Mind, The Sky…. all a piece of the bigger canvas
Pieces of inspiration from here and there, cut out like magazine clips
Inserted into the mind to create a continuous montage
And through my eyes all I see is…Art
With the verbal strokes of my mouth that originated my discourse
Along with the hunger for creativity it carried in its womb
The Pinnacle of it all is my artistic playground
Where I shoot down dreams to mold bigger ones
Breathe life into them like a monster with an artificial heart
I am then deemed the Mad Scientist of my precious artwork
They call it complex, but to me it consists of the simplest framework
I GRAFFITI the walls with stray thoughts that inspire the masses
Or those that have been afraid to close their eyes to Dream
They’ve never learned the beauty behind the dark and its silence
I remain a martyr…killing my mind for a higher cause
Where unique becomes the norm, and mundane fades to black
Three degrees of separation…from my mind…to thy pen…to your eyes
Allow my abstraction to sketch your imagination
Taking you deeper into the mind’s scrapbook, to a place never seen
My art illuminating your path that’ll get you there
No dream state, the cradle has stopped spinning…this is reality
Everything around me is perceived as a canvas…
