Art and its ability to change torture to love and care

We feel whats right

the expression that our paint

our heart our feeling gives

to a canvas, to a sacred space

to where pure silence lives

artists perhaps are privileged

to develop the unseeing eye

to redress the negative from the gaze

and push the reasonableness to a high

to counter torture to develop care

to actually see what is really there

not what the mind may tell us

but

the reality and when we shut

our eyes we see more than we thought

we hear the cries  we are really caught

up in the mood in the discourse, we

see our minds eye so perfectly

some artists use dead animals

or arrange that they are killed

some display their bodily parts

some how its fulfilled

whatever bloody message

their sicks minds want to show

whilst others do the opposite

and in reality grow

morally its best I feel to limit another’s pain

the scales of justice are balanced

when the beating heart does refrain

from evil thoughts or actions

teach by example will

create a world of empathy

where every thing is still

create  the art use heart and mind

imagination calls

put one’s message through the paint

respect and as light falls

gently on the countryside

and picks out the natural hue

listen to your inner self

and it will follow you

the bull comes to the arena

snorting for all he’s worth

angry at being tortured

he wants to clear the earth

of the matador the satin coated

lithesome little  prig

armed with swords and such contempt

ready soon to dig

his dirk into the bull spine

and watch the blood erupt

a fountain of pure crimson

from a heartless boy corrupt

and he will want to gore him

cut into a thigh

ram it though his buttocks

and hear the bastard cry

the geese and ducks they murmur

clad in steel like cages

crippling their poor legs

they’ve been there for ages

the air is thick with agony

the pipes are thick with corn

the force feeding is done by thicko’s

who should never have been born

foie gras the culmination

a pate for a king

it should be shoved up their backside hard

until they start to sing

instead its the crudest agony that these birds

have to go through

its scurrilous behaviour

from the cavalier in blue

such supercilious action

that flouts and scorns the whole

that humiliates the spirit

and drowns out all the soul

art can never replicate

the evil that is man

his photographic prowess

might just be a plan

but the heart of one whose special

who as a

an activist will give

a message to his audience

that every soul must live

the lifespan he was given

creation spoke it clear

that art and musing and music

can demonstrate and endear