Monday, October 3, 2011

Doing Art

Birds don't read sheet music to sing
A sunset doesn't need art school degrees
Be happy doing your thing
Art is beauty that pleases

Don't try to be Picasso
Picasso was Picasso, you are you
A tortured misogynist asshole
Is no model for being true

Don't do it for riches
You won't get them anyway
The richest of artists
Are born that way

Don't do it for fame
You'll hate it if you get it
Celebrity is a game
Those playing regret it

Play your guitar like a spring flushed river
Paint like sun streaming in a summer window
Dance like leaves in the autumn shiver
Sing like the winter's icy blow

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