He and His Art

Many hearts, each a beat HE and his Art ===== Sympathy struck my soul within the Watts Towers One man, broken, lost Gave other broken pieces of life another chance to shine With beauty and grace Close to his heart Close to god Before his hand came down They were just figures fallen Pieces hitting Rock pavement bottom These objects, that once served propose Once had value No longer desired Used and abused Broken souls Left to corrode Do you know what it feels like to be alone in fear In shame with no hope Can’t look in the mirror Thought to no longer have purpose, On this earth To no longer have beauty To no longer, have worth Rebirth Sees art on the ground His Hand comes down A man, once broken and scared A suffering alcoholic with a second chance at life His heart and soul he bares Perhaps it was sympathy, He felt that day When he started to create, a place of hope The skills to cope For the pieces left to waste away Each broken object, each piece of junk He gave a gift of serenity To shine and glimmer To live beautifully, In company Sublime and serene Achieved Surrounded by like others, Once pieces left behind Alone, you seek cover Together, in time Is strength, and beauty A vision of unity A collective propose Of vision and purity What new perspective, from the inside to out Changes on the faces of the people about Seeing the junk, as a ship not sunk In the shape of hope And inspiration, a dream Where we can go and where we have been Reflect on this now Of those who never saw What the man’s vision was Love, real and raw In those broken pieces With his signature, his heart Left in different formations Bottle and plates Imagination ===== Many hearts, each a beat HE and his Art