I want to paint not write
I want to convey darkness and light
Colour for the soul caught in night
Images not words/paint not write
I want to be Da Vinci not Lawrence or Keates
I want to be Angelo, not stare at my feet
I want to be Van Gough (with ears complete)
I want to stare at the sun, not hide under sheets
I want to be skilful, catch each detail
Or convey an essence like a scream or a wail
I want to create texture, like a visual brail
I want to be expressive, not an emotional snail
I don't want to be Byron or Dostoyevsky
I want to be a painter, No you cant object, see!
M Joseph Burt (18.06.2006)
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