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She is not pretty by any means,
nor in physical or psychological aspects,
but beautiful to some,
though not spoken of,
beauty is heard blatantly,
at their call of her name.
For them does she progress,
forward on, to concrete,
their found beauty,
in a shapeless weed,
for they,
make she.
They heat the blood,
the blood forcing the brush,
to create the beauty,
in which they believe.
While they look upon,
the creation of beauty,
they do miss,
the reality of the gorgeous.
The reality of the mind,
the fool,
who has painted myself,
from pink toe to red cheek.
To be the beauty,
of the art,
to be the ancient,
the smile,
of the Mona Lisa.
- by Vedante the Squishy |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/15/2009 |
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- Title: Ode to Failing Artist
- Artist: Vedante the Squishy
- Description: Its based on the idea of the public viewing an artist as their art. How the constance of appreciation can belittle and pressure the person to serve what it is the public desires, instead of continuing along what ever path their heart originally desired. How it creates a metamorphoses which forces the artist to be that which the public eye has come to see.
- Date: 03/15/2009
- Tags: failing artist paint monalisa
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Comments (1 Comments)
- Cottoncandyocbra3 - 03/18/2009
- Quite a good poem. I feel this is written well. 4/5.
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