A.R.T

A.R.T

A Poem by Woody, Son of Evelyn
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What art in my own understanding

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Art, a never ending cycle of ideas created by the mind
a work made by the heart done for different minds to bind 
for unity to be done creating closure between people
Even the blind is enable to feel art through sounds passing through his speaker cables
an art curved in a table can also be read by touching its form
an art is a picture done by tracing lightning flashes during a storm 
Nature is art art is by nature it comes naturally without a notice
you don't need to paint a better Monalisa to be labelled as an artist
anyone can be an artist, all you need is to work with your heart and mind at ease
doodle a stick person and put your emotions in every stroke is your own master piece
nothing is greater nor least you are the creator of your art, its your possession
you are free to express what you feel in every stroke, sketch or pronunciation 
Dont let people tell you what to do with your piece 
let them hate if they dont want it, protect your work if they diss
let them understand what art is all about or ask them what is art
if they dont know the answer let them look around from graveyards to  parks
art is in the heart art is in the earth, above the skies, under a big tree
cuz both words will never be completed with the middle letters connecting them together, the letters A.R.T

© 2012 Woody, Son of Evelyn


Author's Note

Woody, Son of Evelyn
Ignore grammar Problems :)

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Added on October 15, 2012
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