चित्रकारको- The Artist

-Questlove ©2014 Artist : Edward McMillan

-Questlove ©2014
Artist : Edward McMillan

To be an artist. To create an audible or visual mark upon this world that expresses who we are. Art is sacred because it proves the existence of a God given soul. It signifies the dark roads or lost highways we’ve walked. Every voice behind a microphone and each time an artist picks up a brush , the silent hallways and empty canvases come alive with poetry that flows straight from the artist’s soul. It tells us how they feel and who they are. All that is needed is a starting point. With that, they leave their mark on this world forever. Without that starting point, the many songs of yesterday, the Mona Lisa would only exist within the souls of mortal men. Men with names easily forgotten by the hands of time. A man becomes an artist when his soul meets his canvass. Much like art, who we are to this world is a mixture of two components: what we have and what we do with it. 

Dear Jesus,
I ask that you shelter me from blindness
bless me with continual vision
let me know my own reflection
as a work of your art
please guide my actions in a way
that allows me to be your perpetual mark
In me, let the lost find proof of your work

upon this canvass of life
let my intentions paint your glory
guide my voice to a song of love
Lord, bless me with the courage
to be an exhibition of your mastery
for I care not if this world forgets my name
so long as I help them to remember yours.

                       Amen ©                                                

 

 

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के म चाहन्छु (I want to)

 

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Wanna live asymmetrical lines
and have kind and beautiful eyes
feel the rain on my head
where my soul could be cleansed
of my sin by His son without dyin’

wanna be luminesce in the dark
purify within music and art  
 
painting pictures around me
of love that surrounds me
refracting my truth from the
heart

wanna be what a blind man can see
wanna cry from this life that I lead
wanna steal from the worth
of the rich as they work
every downtrodden hand till it bleeds

wanna stop living life like a race
where the win compromises my faith
and the love growing dim
from the hurt and the sin
has control alt delete and erase

wanna sleep in a bed not alone
wanna save all the good that I own
without folded up secrets
in pockets of friends 
wanna reach for the sky til I’m grown ©

An artist unforgotten

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An artist wild begotten
by an elemental prose
a dancing riled unscripted child
inside forms as a rose
embracing lead stained canvases
she hides her porcelain heart
as petals flow from bandages
her thorns express through art
softer luminescence shadows
beauty un defined

by hand she guides the pencil
drawing love I’ve known as mine ©