The Artist

The Artist I need a Muse. Do you think it could be you? Can you pick up a paint brush And show me what you can do? I need a painter of portraits; To fill in the gaps inside my head. I need a Goddess of Love, To notice the stuff I write in my bed. I need an Artist, who is simply magnificent, A breath-taking vision, who is simply Heaven sent. I need an Angel to paint me a Picasso, Of my poetry in pieces, before I end up like Van Gogh. Slightly impaired by deafness, I guess. Going grey now; thank you stress. Hi Mona, how’s Rembrandt? He’s been seen drinking in a bar, With somebody called Cezanne? Call Michaelangelo; Donatello will have a plan. Leonardo’s busy with his inventions, But here comes Raphael. Turtle Power! Hi Master Splinter. Do you have your easel and paints ready To see you through the winter? Paint me a story And I’ll write you a picture. I think if the two of us worked together; What I see, to you could become much clearer. Are you sat there looking for some inspiration? Then read one of my poems, sing one of my songs; Maybe then you could paint our creation. Maybe then I could write poetry about your art. My vision brought to life, With the gift of your care. Paint a picture of us together, So you will remember that I will always be there. If you ever need some inspiration, Just creep inside my mind for a little vacation; From reality, from your personal Demons. You will see we are all the same. I have as many foibles as you do. My heart belongs to any Woman who truly wants it. But she hasn’t told me how she feels yet, So I guess I can’t live without it. But soon I will meet someone And offer them my love. Because an artist without inspiration, Is like a poet who has never been in love. Joyous tragedy! Shakespeare laughs As he tears apart love, with just a couple of paragraphs. Dead and gone! Not our fair Juliet. If Romeo had just gone home instead; He would have turned into a moody poet. (C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.