Lines to letters, letters to words
Will they ever be what we are?
Channeling through to the deepest connection with the universe
Art is that
Since everything is everything
You shouldn’t worry about these kinds of things
Don’t pay attention to the smoke and mirrors
The hollow, the whorey
The sick and the sorry
Expression is the medicine of the gods
Drink it in and spit it back out, then drink in some more
All things special lay within you and me
The brush and the pen are communicators with the rest
Still to be beautiful and special, but of a world so familiar it lay unrecognizable
Tools to the other side
This lack of honesty will stand no more
Fall with brittle legs
Lies lay waste to the bottom
We’re all here for a feeling
Nothing less nothing more
To feel your touch and have the whispers penetrate my soul
Here we are with art being the letter for everything else
And if you don’t see that
And if you don’t feel that
Well, then, grow up
WritingbyJordan 