Art is the sensuous display of ideas

Journey of Creations

Allow an artist to set the scene
Flowing freely like whisps of smoke; 
Colorful streaks of paint brush strokes
Created by one who is most keen

Rivers of texture, emotional plumes
Orchestrated purely to pull tears
And carefully crafted by many years
Look deeper and deeper; something looms

A glimmer of something so curious
It whispers notions of novelty
Clarity, brought by poverty? 
What is possibly so mysterious? 

I alone cannot hold the answer
It has been crafted and sealed 
And for it to be revealed
Temporarily renounce all masters

The audience shifts their perspective
What means this random buffoon? 
It means unravel your existing cocoon
And reject the everyday collective 

Allow your mind to look and probe
Without prior drama involved 
Wallow until all is dissolved 
Unlocked, are the ideas of a globe

This is my favorite one.

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