The Artist

They call him the artist. People think he is crazy making up beautiful stories of life. He takes pictures and draws reality and tells exactly what it is. He speaks and we get truth from the love of his words. He always has a way of timing just the right moment to click. He loves the rush of surviving the risk and winning the statues. The young can’t wait for his stories which paint the photos. He takes the mic and makes all heads move on any direction. His lyrics in his songs will make you dance for that reason. Take crap in and out of create a beautiful sculpture. Roll out industry’s fabric to fashion up everyone who seen it. He can open up a brain and see what to mind then close w-hole. He can get into the ring and fight seriously but look like dancing. He can read the patterns of color and follow them to paradise. He manipulates Chemicals wittingly for the benefit of the community. Takes up his ride 2500miles and lands it half way around the world. His work is recognized wherever he goes for his unique way of painting reality. All can be artists in their own way . Long live ART.