PAINT!
The canvas doesn’t lie
So don’t be a pesky ‘lil fly
The canvas is my friend
On it my frustrations die
The paints on my brush
They quiet and they hush
My ever aching soul
My ever aching heart
Wet paint is my balm
To smooth out all the wrinkles
To soothe and calm my soul
The paints oh how they calm!
My canvas can be anything I choose:
Cotton,linen,paper,rock
This is where I never lose
Rock-paper-scissors
The canvas is better than a lover
I can be me
I can discover
I can fly
I can swim
I can sink
I can fling paint angrily
Or I can use paint sparingly
The canvas is my silent partner
My accomplice
Together we conspire
It knows my long-held desire
It knows who lights my fire
It senses when conditions are dire
It directs me as when to retire
The canvas is my date
It never stands me up
It never arrives late
It is quite the perfect play mate
It never keeps me waiting
It never says it’ll call
And then it doesn’t
it never looks for an excuse
I’d rather paint than be out dating:
An idiot
A moron
A clown
A buffoon
Better to paint
So my heart won’t faint
So whether you use:
Brushes
Knives
Even your 10 fingers
Your cat’s very tail
Yeah, that’s how they got 9 lives!
Paint your troubles away
When you feel lonely
PAINT!
When you feel”
bad,mad,sad:
PAINT!
When you feel misunderstood:
PAINT!
When you hear,” You should…”
Don’t should on yourself:
PAINT!
When chaos is your daily bread:
PAINT!
When you feel as good as dead:
PAINT!
Identify your pain in the paint
Look pain in the eye
Use it to your advantage
Then lose your pain in the paint
Paint and grow wings
Those wings will cause your to soar
You’ll leave normal behind
You’ll not be the same for ever more
PAINT!
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
Eva Santiago 