The Dream Worth Imagining

Once upon a time in my sleep
Where all my numb senses fail
Full of hyperboles and ironies so deep
Where I either, die, laugh, or wail

In the world I dream was you
Covered in silky fur of a black cat
And this nightmare wouldn't be true
Without the ring of a diamond 24-karat.

I indulge in the sight of you alone
This never happens in my waking life
Soaking in the pouring rain, going gone
As though you'll hide on your last strife.

I chase you; walk, then I run
You stopped, the you recede to me
This is my high note, my unreal fun
The night that would take me out of my misery

Tonight, I'm asking you to hold my hand
Impossible, but a boy wants this wish granted
I want to be a man, please supply my demand
Even in this imagination, I didn't get what I wanted.

It's now midnight, on the 11th of September.

051808

Too Much Ink

from the start,
the blots stain
the thing works
but somehow it’s so
messed up like it
never wrote before
but the thing is
it bears out that
it needs attention
a little caress
on the ball point
to the sheet of paper
and as lightly as
you can, draw it
doodle it, write it
and the noblest – be it
beautiful, bold
though it smudges
it’s still what
you’ve made
until the end

Handwritten

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A creation of strokes and flourishes
Are astounding to those wishes
That flies upon the vast universe;
Nicer, fluid writing of letters.

And it can be as thin or thick,
Whether it be a pen or a stick,
Professional or simply scribble –
Intricate or truly terrible.

Just as the hand moves to and fro
You just jot down what you know
Because every ink lies a story
An art, a file or even history

Better try, before all else fails
Zealous are those who prevail,
Losing the chance to express it
Means a defeat you’ve admitted.

Reasons (That they say it’s not, but I do it definitely best)

It is he who fills up your heart
That even someone, you’ve torn apart
With that stupid sense, I freaking care
To what you do (like a teddy bear)

Cuddly cute and charming
Sweet, serene, soon sixteen
We (with wrath) worry the woes
Fighting fury, flames of foes

You won’t even give a damn
Maybe even if I equal the glam
Of that darn, worthless junk
To hell, with that nauseous sunk.

Roses and a hundred four pesos
The voice and the concern
Share stories, give some besos
The music and its intern

It was until I found
Some loser came around
With those fragments on the ground
Your evilness has no bounds!

The one who deprived me
To give someone the anthology
And the value of Christmas-to-be
Was ruined by that Louie

But then again, I can’t curse you forever
Believe me as I can, I would do it forever-
What he made, just got better
Because these reasons can just answer.

Capsizing

The lake as silent as one of the rivers
Have two ripples, one big and one small
Too bad I don’t have someone to drown with.

My Francium

Please don’t play with me
I can’t make myself
The way I am
Because you are there
Don’t ever explode

As my water falls
I don’t want you to go
Because of the fact
That you’re rare
And maybe unfound

So please
Don’t ever explode
Because of the fact
The way I am
I don’t want you to go

And now, I’m fine
I’ve kept you somehow
Though you’re away
No one will
Take my francium from me.

Tearjerk

For an elegy
I thought you were death
That grapples me down
And steal my breath

So you cry
Tearjerk, cry!
Cry as you’re the vilest
Of all the emotions

With those songs
Those seem like lyrics
To a funeral
Of haunting memories

So going back
The notes as sour
As the pages withered
Yet, you cried, tearjerk!

Wipe them.
I can’t stand it.
Please! Don’t cry.
You’re making me a tearjerk.

Don't Treat Her (As) French Fries

Dissatisfaction, as it may seem
When you go to that shiny counter
Greet the lady with mysterious grins
Treat her fries; French fries don’t you treat her!

It may taste good, it may feel nice
In every pack, hundreds of fries
Don’t you treat her, it’s a despise
And telling her some salty lies

For you may see, “Caution: Very Hot”
Because you’re fooling her with the taste
Can you please project that you are not?
Eventually leading to fats that waste

What now? Still eating two sticks?
One day, you won’t even have a prick.

The Ninth Full Moon

I said to you this time around is true
The things I wanted but will never do
I hid them all, pretend to lie just few
So that I can’t offend the both of you

And like we see, the ninth full moon
By the window, such tangerine
Begging the mystery unravel soon
To why it changed from just what has it been

As the darkness frightens your soul so much
I’d be right here, though he’ll be your hero
I’,m the martyr who needs your moonlit touch
With great envy to him as your mirror

Please look behind, the horizon skyward
Love me for finding you again is hard.

Magparaya

Mahirap nga ba ito?
Isang salitang aking alam.
Ngunit, magagawa ba ito?
Palagi na lang may hadlang.

Ang aking makasariling isip
Ang aking magulong dahilan,
At kahit sa pag-idlip
Ikaw pa rin ang laging laman.

Ikaw at kung paano nga ba
Matutuklasan ang magparaya
Dahil ako rin ay may sariling aba
'Di kaya'y ako'y dinadaya?

Ng tadhanang nagpapamukha
Ng samu't-saring larawan
Sila'y masayang magkasama
Habang ako'y tulala't naiwan.

Sa isang mundo ng pangarap
Na hindi ko man lang maabot
Kahit mahagkan ka'y hirap
Parang tala'y ayaw magpasambot

Maya-maya'y tanga o baliw
Sa inyong mga mata'y masama
Dahil inggit at selos ko'y saliw
Sa kanilang dal'wang magsinta

At kahit kaila't mananatili
Ang puso'y basag, isipa'y guho
Maiiwan din sa pagpili
Hindi magparaya - o sumuko?

Wala pa akong desisyon sa ngayon
Ang sarili ko'y tiwangwang pa
Dahil sa iyo, sa bilyon-bilyon
Sadyang mahirap na ako'y magparaya.

The Pixels of My Life

Getting and fitting into the big picture maybe a dream
Telling me, daring me every time of my life as it seems
Ceasing and warning me to be aware that I can lose all
Living and loving even to the point of breathing the fall

But need not worry, for I have seen them, those colors of that shine
They are bright or dull, the pixels of my life, these things are all mine;
From charcoals to chalk, from past’s negative to tomorrow’s hues
I can see them all, from myself to them, and even from you.

I thank Him always for these eyes can feel all this creations
Giving me all things to be inspired like imaginations
Dreaming in my mind, the clearest photographs and life’s cinema
Where all else I own and truly enjoy without a comma!

Like this example, of nothing I start, but still I admire
The velvet brilliance consuming my life that I am inspired
Black is what they call, fine is what I say with power and might
A strength to call the millions to parade and show me to fight!

Like the blood that runs, the roses that blooms that full, and the wars that came
Red is requested from life’s wins and falls, from the shame to fame
That ‘neath those bad shades, there it lies still wild, radiating for us
In their lives given, from the looks of beauty to dangers we must

I praise tangerines, ‘`cause they don’t just glow but influence me
Oranges want growth, just as I am now waiting to be free
Maybe acidic but I know it’s not, so still I’m inspired
Maybe imprisoned - that’s what my soul is, but next time it`s fire!

Often I’m jealous, but it`s what yellow does and always do
It can also be a tool of brightness like the fireflies flew
An obedience, pedestrian lanes, and mixed with black signs
It`s sacrificing, that`s why I obey and like it`s designs

There`s no other hope than green I adore like my life it paints
In touch with nature, its intensity will never go faint
Like grasses and trees, military dress, even in go signals
No one can deny its soothing power`s first in ordinal

And in the vast seas, for its azure peace the blues signify
Serenity it brings as well as inspiration dignifies
The way I serve all to crowds and masses like opposite sky
Of its reflection, spreading darkness can never ever try

Indigos, violets: different colors but the same meanings
The promise of wealth, royalty and the new nights and mornings
I`m inspired by them like what my dreams go and flying freely
Go, tell me people: Have you ever thought my life is silly?

And then there`s white, I do what it does, to shine the light pure
With clarity there, we can see future, of that all is sure
From clouds that flutter, to marshmallows roast and cemeteries
It pushes me through to imitate it, ``Be a luminary!``

Well the palette is all I need for the pixels of my life to be complete indeed!

Wala Akong Magawa

Wala akong magawa

Para kumpleto ka

Dahil ang hinahanap mo pa

Ay mukhang nawawala

Wala akong magaya

Para mapangiti ka

Ngiting nagbabatid ng saya

Na mas buo pa sa paglaya

Alam kong ika'y nagdurusa

Sa bigat ng pasanin, na dapat sana

Ay akin na lang, para ika'y guminhawa

Mahal kita ngunit wala akong magawa

Kung hindi panoorin ka

Habang ako'y isinusumpa

Ng lipunang mapanghusga

Na kumitil sa iyong tuwa

Sa bawat gabi ng luha

Sana'y mapatahan kita

Sa bawat pangarap na bula

Sana'y mapatupad kong kusa

Sa masubaybayan ka

Upang ako'y 'di mag-alala

Sana'y mayroon akong magawa

Dahil mahal talaga kita.

Nichrome Pads

The element
with the unusual force
never pulls
upon postulates
with no certain compliance
to the origin of our culture.

Never I have seen
thy love, pure and which
people have put dedication
to thee roses and daisies.

If you could talk to me
Tell me if it's so
That all the good girls go
to earth
but we'll never know

For sure
I'm sued
Nichrome pads
are not for everyone
It's just for me
and on how my world
Revolves
Takes a whole lot
Of Meiosis and Samsara.

Bid Farewell

go with your tricks and games
that play relentlessly on my head
didn't i tell you beforehand?
don't expect if you can't continue

goodbye
the last seven letter that i'd want you
to hear, to see, and to feel
that you should go out, get out, and stay out.

call me, speak to me if you want to.
i'd give you - a gift worth remembering
a very cold shoulder an ignorance
i'd never expect you alone would go this way

you've made me realize
how stupid i was believing you -
and how stupid you were fooling me,
and making me find a thing blindfoldedly.

farewell, leave with or without suspicion
your heavy air asphyxiates me
so if lithium goes away, then
i could breathe again without choking

and so, i'd wait, and it's okay
until someone unlike you knocks again.

Promises are made to be broken

i'm not - and i'll never, ever come back -
committed to what your bitter lies persuade
you'd think they permeate to my heart and mind?

no. if you think about walking with your fibs.

'cause your so-called truths are like glasse
that if you can see me like a big net.
i'm a wall. you can't make me, and even -

break you with your skull exploding to death

have you ever heard of the greatest irony?
it's as if it'd fit me like karma on the go
i'm over you, and still working to be further apart

i don't collide with liars of love impure and insincere

it's just like this composed, like your prepared alibis
it would just go uncontin

from ekiba to sololam.

Crying Deep Inside

i was once on this cruel world
where they laugh and get to nirvana
all of them - go in all directions
some - move in similar actions
i'd never expect this to be
a concealed smile lies a tear within
i want to cry out and shout
explode and say
why did you all leave me
for just once you've turned happy
and left crying all my heart
deep inside
i was wondering how
and even wondering why
did i left myself hanging on the mirror?
it's - or i'm untouchable
unaccepted
for much i am truly
really discriminated
for who i was
for who i am now
for who will i be, still pretty ugly
for the rest of my life
good night
may all your corsages and butterflies
dance with tears of unthoughtful
delight.

THE 21ST CENTURY LIABILITY

How lovely you are, how enchanting the way you smile!
The way you see things, are so delightful, so worthwhile!
Azure as the deified tributaries, that's the presence of your despise
Midnight mist, the cyberlinks, the feel of a king of feudalistic rise.

What's a Dulcimer, Anyway?

Is it a symphony played over the phonograph?
Compose something of a radical music?
An instrument? Perhaps an ideophone?

EMOTIONS OF DONUTS

Bavarian, dance around and dig for a creamy drama
Strawberry-filled, radical but still raw and daring
Chocolate, soothing and easy for it relaxes and waits
Boston Crème, jinx of a soap opera but it entertains.
Choco Butternut, a slight anger but a good intention,
Pineapple-filled, enjoyment and of great acidity;
Raspberry-filled, glossy and feisty, sly and cunning
Sprinkled, ecstatic and lucrative to the senses
With nuts, annoying and mad to the masses
Vanilla, simple and authentic, classic, you mean
As long as it's all fresh, hot and ready to go!
Thank you for ordering. Enjoy!

INSANITY

Call me someone I don't know
Though I really ought to go
Somewhere in the fields or the bay
Just to be far away, very far away

Saying your name
Until the umpteenth time
Until my breath has nothing to move about
Until my heart bursts to pump

Gather around
As I bring you
The rose
Of my everliving love for you

Try to reach out for you
The pavilions may harm me
With their pointed angle architectures
I can sense you with my nonabrasive spirit!

I'll be there for you
Though you cannot understand
What I'm trying to say
In this poem I have just written

See:
I'M JUST SO CRAZY 'CAUSE I REALLY LOVE YOU!

Tipographycall Erorrs

I havecurentli mispelle dyu're messege.
Plis try agenlatr. I hav an apointment to do.
Jusstay and be in acknow ledement, alrigth?

Licorice

The Katydid tasted so earthy, but ant-delights cover it.
So gross, but so good to the taste. So sick to the ears, right?

Hands Down Dashboard Confessionals

Hands Down
Breathe in for luck.
Breathe in so deep.
This air is blessed
you share with me.
This night is wild,
so calm and dull.
These hearts,
they race
from self control.
Your legs are smooth
as they graze mine.
We're doing fine,
we're doing nothing at all.
My hopes are so high that
you kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy.
My heart is yours
to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelry.
Whichever you prefer.
The words are hushed,
"Let's not get busted."
Just lay entwined here,undiscovered.
Safe in here from all the stupid questions.
"Hey, did you get some?"
Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near,
stay close, they can't hear.
So we can get some.
My hopes are so high that
your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy.
My heart is yours
to fill or burst,
to break or bury,
or wear as jewelry.
Whichever you prefer.
Hands down, this is
the best day I can
ever remember.
I'll always remember
the sound of the stereo,
dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair
that you twirled
in your fingers.
And the time on the clock
when we realized
"It's so late."
And this walk
that we shared together.
The streets were wet
and the gate was locked
so I jumped it
and let you in.
And you stood at your door
with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it
that you meant itthat you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it
that you meant it.

Allen, ito na.
~Dashboard Confessional

A Materialistic History

1779 Constitution. The Ninety-Five Theses.
Golds of the Burgeoisie. The Bullions.
Stitches of the Silk Road Pride.
The Tobacco Monopoly. Lagaan. Tariffs.
The Sierra Leone Diamonds.
Wines of Barcelona for the Nobles and Kings.
The Shining Monuments and Great Wonders.
Shwe Dagon. Borobodur. Angkor Wat.
Forbidden Palace. Mecca. Taj Mahal.
Oh, Versailles. The Manmade Islands.
Hollywood. All Blockbuster Movies.
The poses of millions of Royalties portrayed.
Whether by the easel or by the camera.
Tanks. Carriers. Destroyers. SAM Batteries.
Golden Bricks. Diamond Chandeliers.
Adorn, Eiffel. Oh, Big Ben and London Bridge.
Statue of Liberty. The Golden Gate Bridge.
Euros. Francs. Dollars. Yens. Pesos. Yuans.
Schilles. Pounds. Bahts. Rials. Dinars.
Ngultrums. Daris. Rupees. All the faces and figures in them.
How about that? Did this make your history?

Types/ Kinds of Poems in this Blog

The Paintbrush - Triquartet
Nacarats and Nankeens - Satire
Traffic - One-Liner, Symbolic
Antonymous - Contrast of Topic, Blamer
Unchronological - Just made that up, 12-liner, Mixed Thoughts
The Bitter Hot Coffee - Triquartet Ode, Tribute
Underappreciated - One-Liner, Symbolic, Dramatic
Conscientious Onomatopoeia - Quartet, Non-Scaled
Schizophrenic Insomnia - Hyperbolic Thoughts
Radio - Tetraquartet, Prolific
Lifelong Solitary Confinement - Sonnet, Ode, Tribute, Symbolic
Welcome To The Black Parade - Song, not originally made (as if...), Tribute
Jersey #11 - Sonnet, Animationistic (ano kaya yun?)
Unwanted Shadow - Summarizing, Conclusive
Promenade - Tetraquartet, Dramatic, Tragic
Frontier... - Double Triplets, Prolific
Liars Go To Hell - I dunno... I'm just mad
I miss you - Suicidal, Quartet, Dramatic

#004 I miss you

I miss you
For you've been long gone
Then I'd look back
'Cause everything was said and done

I'm almost there
I'm almost there
But I missed the shot
That's why I missed you.

I've done all sorts of things
To laugh with you
To cty alone
For just no reason

I seem to miss you
Yes, without any reason
For I'm so worthless
You can bring me into prison.

LIARS GO TO HELL!

How can you tell the truth?
All of your shutbills are worthless...
Leaving too soon, you mand liar!
All your this are very intriguing, controversial...
But still you hide the non-negated!

Can you understand this,
Hope not, you stupid liar!
Take everything you can, so what
I DON'T CARE!
Even though she loves you
I still love her BETTER than you!

FRONTIER 60KPH ON THE RUNWAY

Rain falled that day,
Coldness endured that night,
Overpasses layered and intertwined

Explosive illusions brought by windshields,
Whitelines guide these contemporaries,
Some may stay, some may crash.

PROMENADE

Not only the lovers, but also crystal glasses
Dance in this elegant piece of coincidence
My heart will just be hangin' out
As your gown tremors his suit

Will you be the queen of the masses?
Who among us will be the king of evidence?
The one without a sense of doubt
Conquering different disputes?

Then, I suppose, I should leave
For what good is thinking about those
Those things that are yet to come
Onto this magical musicbox

My eyes are prying, as I break myself apart
By this time, I was imagining
The best for them, and the worst for me
Kissing in the limelight until the make out. ;(

THE UNWANTED SHADOW (003)

I'm your unwanted shadow, your worthless silhouette
Who, like Peter Pan's, has it's own life, maybe treated as a pet
But I'm the one who'll cast you all the letting go
Providing the decisional thorns, so your rose can grow
With him, whom I entrusted and the cause of my stroke
Frozen, as both move further, until I faded and broke
But then, I'll appear again, though you dislike it
I can't protect your heart, but I'll be with it

FOREVER UNTIL THE BLACK RUNS DRY.

SONNET OF JERSEY NUMBER 11

Those dribbles, those shots by a pace
Tell me, is he too envious for simple guys?
But I can never imitate that face
All the smothered tears passed me by.

Translated, very radical feelings give out
As I stare at the almost-real illustration
Lie ahead of me, tell me, tell me more about
How he hangs around, and stays in your imagination.

Notice how relentless fanatics, even it's in the extreme level
As he shoots the outside J and then was cheered exaggeratedly
How ev'ryone wants to leave their lives and be sacrificed, be rebelled.
That was a slap in the face, and it hurts repeatedly.

All I wanted to say is
Can I be just like him, the way he is?

WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up,
will you be the savior of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
He said "Will you defeat them,
your demons, and all the non-believers,
the plans that they have made?"
Because one day I leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade.
" When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band. He said,
"Son when you grow up,
will you be the savior of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
When you're gone we want you all to know
We'll Carry on, We'll carry on
Though you’re dead and gone believe me
your memory will carry on Carry on We'll carry on
And in my heart I can’t contain it The anthem won’t explain it.
A world that sets you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Let’s shout it loud and clear
Do you fight it to the end? We hear the call to
To carry on We'll carry on
Though you’re dead and gone believe me
your memory will carry on We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
your weary widow marches on
And on we carry through the fears Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause I could not care at all
Do or die You'll never make me
'Cause the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
We want it all, We wanna play this part
Wont explain or say i'm sorry
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer, for all the broken listen
here, because it's who we are...
I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song,
Just a man, I'm not a hero
I -- don't -- care
Carry on We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated
your weary widow marches on We'll carry on We'll carry on
We'll carry on We'll carry We'll carry on

LIFELONG SOLITARY CONFINEMENT (001)

The constitution was there, but I didn't follow
I broke the rules, I've committed a crime so hollow
So deep that I was jailed, and I'm here all alone
Sentenced to death, on a windowless box without throwing stones

The punishment was eternal, the wounds were too harsh
Nothing to feed my soul, my moral and dignity is in a marsh
Oh, where did I fail, what did I do to deserve this
Staring at a blank mirage , I saw nothing but red bliss

I cant, shan't, won't, ask for freedom
For freedom is only for slaves and people with boredom
I can, shall and will stay here, 'til the one frees me
For she will destroy the whole jail, until the last debris

But still, I'm here locked, barred, but wishing is priceless
I've committed a crime called unaccepted love, no more, no less

RADIO

Everybody felt your vibrations
Even me but not you
For you are controlled
By the people surrounding you

You go glad when it's pop
You go sad when it's ballad
You go mad when it's rock
You go bad when it's hiphop

You've lost the frequency
Like every other radios do
They evanesce
Cause you have limits too

The only radio
That has no music
No work, whatsoever
Is totally off.

SCHIZOPHRENIC INSOMNIA

To all you dreamers out there
Who wakes in evanescent wisdom
Of what the mentor bestowed upon you
Beware of the unleashed, the untouchable
The fly agaric isn't what Joseph Priestley invented
It made owl active throughout the day
So much that the blizzard whispered
That it made the vulture scavenged

Yes, I know you shop with a credit card
But you gave your answer to your classmate
Poisoning your spoilt heart, used
By someone of the different kingdom
Then there you are, a worthless noctambulist
Propagating a fact without a source
Don't waste every leaf of the tree

CONSCIENTIOUS ONOMATOPOEIA

You think you've conquered a continent
But in her heart, you're not permanent
You're worthless, but you never see that
Everything's meant to be, don't you see that?

You seek for the invincibly invisible
You feel the numbness of something intangible
Go ahead, make pretense, make it best
Because you'll never be like the rest

Tell me. That's my conscience.
How do I keep it shut?
Can you mend my broken heart?
Or kill the weed?

UNDERAPPRECIATED

ALL I NEED IS JUST A ROSE AT FALL, WITHOUT DELICATE THORNS

THE BITTER HOT COFFEE

my breakfast grew up ill
as i sip from my window sill
i hoped for the amber sunrise
i'm all alone, it's not a surprise

something's not right, not here
when you left that bitter hot coffee
with pain, i dropped tears
will never taste again, will never be me

all my dreams will be left
though you committed serious theft
there will always be a fool like me
who only wants to sweeten that coffee.

lucky acinao to m.j.m. 082106

UNCHRONOLOGICAL

The hourglass still works
It never retains the shadow
Like Big Ben it worsened
How I wished Einstein fixed its time
Well I see that chronologic order is worthless
Precious Time... A very intended failure maker
Or have just destroyed it
Can't return the past
I tried to fix it
That once was affected by the radiant sun
It can never flip over again
Egyptian sundials are like it too

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ANTONYMOUS

Love, shows what's greed and jealousy

Hope, shows what's selfishness and evil you'll see

Faith, shows what's sinning and falsehood

Peace, shows what's plastic and saying no good

Charity, shows what's extravagant and bad pity

Truth shows what's not it and wrong identity

Generosity, shows what's slavery and overuse

Kindness, shows what's the biggest abuse

People can't see

How antonymous life can be.

TRAFFIC

Humming automobiles waiting to be green in the sky but still it's a long trip.

NACARATS AND NANKEENS

Envision the picturesque scene, you're sitting on a rocky sand,

But still you're holding an umbrella obscuring that view,

On the wrong lane, you're swiveling, and please understand,

Open up your frosted window, see the rainbow that reflects all the way to you.

THE PAINTBRUSH

The artist can never draw such masterpieces
Without a Paintbrush, the painting misses
The magic it brings as it delivers a message
That life flourishes like an old vintage

The Paintbrush carries the color of the palette
It's up to the artist to finish the ballet
With colors dancing, hues fly and go high
Amusing the curators with the unique style

You can never go wrong or right
As long as His eyes were at your sight
You'll see that even your work's undone
He'll appreciate it, the masterpiece will never be gone.