Painter of Words

I have been called many things

A poet, a writer, a creative writer

But I like to call myself

A painter of words

See. the colors of my heart are my paint

They come out as blood that I spill

And tears that I cry to make words

And each word is the stroke of a brush

Together these strokes make a painting

And every painting mixes many colors from my very being

My emotions and my experiences

They all get put into these works

As Cluda sang in the song Atmosphere

“I’ll reach so high

To write my dreams on these paper skies”

To me these skies are the minds around us

So, Open up your skies

And let the clouds part

See what is written

And feel it inside

Feel the bright yellows

The happiness I hold

From knowing I live and breathe

And have someone looking out for me

Take in the deep blues

Of the sadness that I bear

The feeling of loneliness

Knowing no one will share my heart

You may even connect with the fierce reds

The anger at a world that would be so cruel

To judge and tear down painters

With so many masterpieces to share

Please, enjoy these works

Feel them in your heart

Frame them and keep them safe

Knowing how precious they are

Know that I feel safe at times

And feel alone at others

Know I can hate and love

Just by these combination of colors

Know that you may feel the same

And can connect with these paintings

Perhaps even you may take up your own brush

Or take up whatever utensil

To write your dreams on paper skies

To paint your words onto a canvas

Become even if for a moment a poet

Or a painter of words