Art makes a mess all over this dark world

a beautiful, sparkling mess on it all.

Impossible to unmix once it's stirred,

impossible to remove its hard gall.

Awakening spirits, this I hold true.

This form of expression has captured me

as well as completely enraptured you

by encompassing all we ever need.

Its mess stains our hearts in glorious wasy

splashing through our furious fingertips

crashing its way into all of our days

as it masters slipping from the mind's grip.

I am not brilliant, but I do know this-

Art is no one's; not mine, not yours-it's bliss.