We feel whats right<\/p>\n
the expression that our paint<\/p>\n
our heart our feeling gives<\/p>\n
to a canvas, to a sacred space<\/p>\n
to where pure silence lives<\/p>\n
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artists perhaps are privileged<\/p>\n
to develop the unseeing eye<\/p>\n
to redress the negative from the gaze<\/p>\n
and push the reasonableness to a high<\/p>\n
to counter torture to develop care<\/p>\n
to actually see what is really there<\/p>\n
not what the mind may tell us<\/p>\n
but<\/p>\n
the reality and when we shut<\/p>\n
our eyes we see more than we thought<\/p>\n
we hear the cries \u00a0we are really caught<\/p>\n
up in the mood in the discourse, we<\/p>\n
see our minds eye so perfectly<\/p>\n
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some artists use dead animals<\/p>\n
or arrange that they are killed<\/p>\n
some display their bodily parts<\/p>\n
some how its fulfilled<\/p>\n
whatever bloody message<\/p>\n
their sicks minds want to show<\/p>\n
whilst others do the opposite<\/p>\n
and in reality grow<\/p>\n
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morally its best I feel to limit another’s pain<\/p>\n
the scales of justice are balanced<\/p>\n
when the beating heart does refrain<\/p>\n
from evil thoughts or actions<\/p>\n
teach by example will<\/p>\n
create a world of empathy<\/p>\n
where every thing is still<\/p>\n
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create \u00a0the art use heart and mind<\/p>\n
imagination calls<\/p>\n
put one’s message through the paint<\/p>\n
respect and as light falls<\/p>\n
gently on the countryside<\/p>\n
and picks out the natural hue<\/p>\n
listen to your inner self<\/p>\n
and it will follow you<\/p>\n
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the bull comes to the arena<\/p>\n
snorting for all he’s worth<\/p>\n
angry at being tortured<\/p>\n
he wants to clear the earth<\/p>\n
of the matador the satin coated<\/p>\n
lithesome little \u00a0prig<\/p>\n
armed with swords and such contempt<\/p>\n
ready soon to dig<\/p>\n
his dirk into the bull spine<\/p>\n
and watch the blood erupt<\/p>\n
a fountain of pure crimson<\/p>\n
from a heartless boy corrupt<\/p>\n
and he will want to gore him<\/p>\n
cut into a thigh<\/p>\n
ram it though his buttocks<\/p>\n
and hear the bastard cry<\/p>\n
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the geese and ducks they murmur<\/p>\n
clad in steel like cages<\/p>\n
crippling their poor legs<\/p>\n
they’ve been there for ages<\/p>\n
the air is thick with agony<\/p>\n
the pipes are thick with corn<\/p>\n
the force feeding is done by thicko’s<\/p>\n
who should never have been born<\/p>\n
foie gras the culmination<\/p>\n
a pate for a king<\/p>\n
it should be shoved up their backside hard<\/p>\n
until they start to sing<\/p>\n
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instead its the crudest agony that these birds<\/p>\n
have to go through<\/p>\n
its scurrilous behaviour<\/p>\n
from the cavalier in blue<\/p>\n
such supercilious action<\/p>\n
that flouts and scorns the whole<\/p>\n
that humiliates the spirit<\/p>\n
and drowns out all the soul<\/p>\n
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art can never replicate<\/p>\n
the evil that is man<\/p>\n
his photographic prowess<\/p>\n
might just be a plan<\/p>\n
but the heart of one whose special<\/p>\n
who as a<\/p>\n
an activist will give<\/p>\n
a message to his audience<\/p>\n
that every soul must live<\/p>\n
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the lifespan he was given<\/p>\n
creation spoke it clear<\/p>\n
that art and musing and music<\/p>\n
can demonstrate and endear<\/p>\n
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