If my world was a canvas

If my world was a canvas.
All stark and white.
With out restraint.
I would not hold back.
Freely i would let my brush alight.
With out any,actual care.
Splash here.
Daub there.
Use a plethora of strokes.
Attack that canvas bare.
And paint my world.
With such a vibrant hue.
Like slash orange.
Candy red.
And maybe delphiniumn blue.
With topaz greens.
And cherry pink.
I would not stop and think.
Not really caring if i tainted.
Any shape or form.
Totally nonconformity.
Thats for me.
Let my artist soul go free.
Just release the essence in me.
And when i am done.
There would be, i think.
No one.
Who would ever understand.
My technicolour wonderland.

 

i like it good job

-keep on keeping on

 

Yes, excellent, another wonderful poem from you.

 

Yet if they understood,
it would do you little good;
For quickly you'd be bored
With such a brooding horde.

 

color scheme motif again. I dig it, jackson pollock. Osiris, i like the tack on