I’m Just a Painter…

You see, I’m just a painter…with this mind I lay the background down on the canvas. I let it dry…

They say it’s time for a new coat, but I’m not cold… I’m just a painter…

These walls are filled with color and if you look close enough there are shiny white teeth staring at you.

Can you see them?

I paint smiles.

It starts in my mind and resonates in yours. I leave you no choice but to imitate the picture I painted on your mind.

I hope you don’t mind…

I’m just a painter… Forcefully painting over the madness and mess the world has laid. You know the beauty of painting is that it’s never too late to paint over the old, giving way to the new. But what do I know? I’m just a painter…

Imagining 200 hundred years from now who will pick up all these paintings… Sometimes this mind seems so ahead like dog years. Still I paint not afraid or worried if they will crucify me….. Imagine painting pictures that will last 200 years!

I see their faces as they continue the revolution and make sure the target is hit.

Hmmmm. I see their faces….. No hunger, no poverty, no inequality. Abundance…. I see abundance… But I thought abundance…. I created abundance…. And now I paint abundance….. I’m just a painter….