BLULITER LackofMorality
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 15, 2002
- Messages
- 133
I knew nothing of Dali
Painting blue suns
portaits of innocent virgins
and holy guidance in neons and flourescents
family members glowed like Vegas signs
I wasn't yet cognizant of anarchy
scribbling with a furious passion
a mad man's doodle... fighting the tyranny of this dictartor
the straight and narrow.. the guidelines set by the almighty page
i wasn't going against the lines...
they just didn't exist as i colored outside of them
over and through them..with the grace of a crayon
an entire world translucent to my retinas
i knew nothing of the dada
and i was pasting inanimate objects
to designs i drew..slowly learning the power of
destroy to create
entire collages filled with my pride, bottle caps
popsicle sticks, construction paper, scotch tape
and no sense at all
i wasn't schooled in these movements
i hadn't attened a solitary class
yet art jumped from nerve to nerve
it was the quark and neutrino in every synapse
i needed no meditation for this trance
drug inducement couldn't even reach this realm
medocrity's egg had not yet been penetrated
i was king, i was the populace, i was the system
hypocrisy had yet to be born
Some brought tears to a mother's eyes
other's got a sibling ridicule
many got passed off as silly by a father
yet it all all the audience i needed for my gallery
I was the essence of surreal
I was the Genisis and deconstruction of art
I was politics
I was my influence
I was only 5 years old
Will i ever get that back?
[ 09 December 2002: Message edited by: BLULITER LackofMorality ]
[ 10 December 2002: Message edited by: BLULITER LackofMorality ]
[ 11 December 2002: Message edited by: BLULITER LackofMorality ]
[ 11 December 2002: Message edited by: BLULITER LackofMorality ]
Painting blue suns
portaits of innocent virgins
and holy guidance in neons and flourescents
family members glowed like Vegas signs
I wasn't yet cognizant of anarchy
scribbling with a furious passion
a mad man's doodle... fighting the tyranny of this dictartor
the straight and narrow.. the guidelines set by the almighty page
i wasn't going against the lines...
they just didn't exist as i colored outside of them
over and through them..with the grace of a crayon
an entire world translucent to my retinas
i knew nothing of the dada
and i was pasting inanimate objects
to designs i drew..slowly learning the power of
destroy to create
entire collages filled with my pride, bottle caps
popsicle sticks, construction paper, scotch tape
and no sense at all
i wasn't schooled in these movements
i hadn't attened a solitary class
yet art jumped from nerve to nerve
it was the quark and neutrino in every synapse
i needed no meditation for this trance
drug inducement couldn't even reach this realm
medocrity's egg had not yet been penetrated
i was king, i was the populace, i was the system
hypocrisy had yet to be born
Some brought tears to a mother's eyes
other's got a sibling ridicule
many got passed off as silly by a father
yet it all all the audience i needed for my gallery
I was the essence of surreal
I was the Genisis and deconstruction of art
I was politics
I was my influence
I was only 5 years old
Will i ever get that back?
[ 09 December 2002: Message edited by: BLULITER LackofMorality ]
[ 10 December 2002: Message edited by: BLULITER LackofMorality ]
[ 11 December 2002: Message edited by: BLULITER LackofMorality ]
[ 11 December 2002: Message edited by: BLULITER LackofMorality ]
