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You sought to spread God’s holy word
But Vincent, your voice went unheard 

To another passion you turned
In that fire, oh how you burned

The whirlwinds of your troubled mind
Were birthed onto your canvass fine

As sweeping twirls up in the sky
Vincent, you tried to reason why

You fought to ease away your pain
You daily tried to remain sane

Brilliant yellow dripped from your brush
Brought on by the absinthe hush 

Of the dread toxin, not aware
But it added to your despair 

Flowers your brush strokes brought to life
You struggled on despite the strife

Those vibrant colors, vivid hues
Did not provide your daily dues

Only one painting did you sell
Tormented in a poor man’s hell

Many self-portraits, but who knew
To save money, yourself you drew

Your own model, a looking glass
The hours you did slowly pass

Sweet Vincent, your dear troubled mind
A quiet haven could not find 

If I could travel back in time
I’d give you rest in love sublime

Vincent, she turned your love to jest
Yet still you tried, you tried your best

All around you, beauty you saw
Your legacy- my heart’s in awe

Brilliant colors dipped in your dreams
But who could hear those inner screams?

“Starry Night” turned to blackened sky
You bled to death, still wondering why

The world can be so harsh and cruel
They see the rough, and not the jewel

Your brilliant blue eyes still live on
Now that all your demons have gone

Now the whole world knows who you are
Vincent, the yellow orb, the star

I walk beneath your “Starry Night”
My saddened soul to fill with light

For your troubled mind, I still weep
The fight to stay sane, mine to keep

Famous finally after death
Vincent, you take away my breath.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

How I love Van Gogh! Why? Because of the beauty that  poured out of his troubled mind. I feel an affinity with him. He suffered from epilepsy and some believe that he was bipolar due to the sheer volume of work produced during fits of mania. A troubled mind...not everyone has the fortitude to deal with a troubled soul. I should know. Every time I hear the song "Starry Starry Night" by Don Mclean..I want to cry to purify my soul. "But I could have told you Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you." Here is the link. Listen to it, and remember me:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxHnRfhDmrk

Here is a quote from Vincent: "We spend our whole lives in unconscious exercise of the art of expressing our thoughts with the help of words."
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