The Trick

Does it matter to you, my head?
For all you know I am brain dead.

Is your only interest skin?
Ah, you don’t care what’s housed within.

Is billowed muscle strength to you?
Blind to its deeds; you just imbue.

Anatomy is what you seek?
Paint the living; the dead reek.

Are you an artist every day?
When hid by canvas, world’s at bay.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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