Evidence.

F**k me 'til we know it's unsafe, And we'll paint, Over the evidence.

Silly thoughts tracing minds,
"He hates me," "She hates me,"
"I can't stand this flaw."

When will we ever look at the big picture
Rather than the details of his- or her-?
Picking flowers from a radiant garden,
Hoping the garden will become better;
Praising one flower more than the others.

You don't know how to paint,
So don't call yourself an artist.
You turn down all that light, & sit in the dark,
Reaching to grab your holy brush & get to work;
But you don't see it, you don't feel it...

Save your delayed speech for those who want to hear it:
Record it,
Play it loud, & play it proud,
& For those who refuse? Make sure they have something better to hear than your pleas & multiple acts of tease.

Author's Note

Yeah, creative, yadda yadda. [ October 3rd ]

Reviews

[F. Nazarov]

Exactly, Amen to the last line.
Not like I uphold that view when he comes
around though, I'm just Jell-O.
I liked it :D