Pretty When You’re Pissed

You're beautiful when your angry..

Striking when you're serious,

Pretty when you're pissed.

I know its not the point at all-

Just had to tell you this.

After everything is said and heard

Thats one thing we cant miss.

If you inform the work of art

Of what it is, maybe it risks

To hold its own paintbrush

And let go, with a faint hush,

When the emotions have safely

Been moved through the painting;

Through the breath that your taking;

Through the making and the work

that it takes for remaking;

Through the depths you have built

for new lakes you've been craving.

Creating new truth and then waiting-

It's beautiful. The way you turn what could burn

Into water for everyone. Must have took time,

Work and a love that is never done. You clever one, It seems

You've found out how you must leave some water for

Yourself, lest a drought. We are dreaming of a route

Home, as one, altogether- and the lessons we remember

During conflict are a measure of how far we all can reach..

Towards that golden beach..

Where everyone is there

- everyone-

remembering, confessing, apologizing, dancing