graffiti gandalf and god
I. love. graffiti. whether it’s on walls or towers,
trucks buildings bus stops it’s got this power
of someone who can’t take it who makes their mark
in deviant art with pride and pain and heart
certain slices of society split hairs and call fair foul
since it’s not theirs and they don’t know enough to care
but I see it – history is a weapon so read it, arm yourself
push your mind past the definitions divined by wealth
when somehow a woman or man with spray can
is given the handle vandal, but the banner spangled
protects ads and jangles of
“you’re ugly, you’re fat – that is why you should buy, buy, buy”and there’s no scandal
how sad we call it free speech
look underneath what happens when someone starts clapping or tapping chisel into stone or slapping paint onto canvas – the act of creation spans this and pulls us together
so I put words down and aim them at forever
as a kid, you see I found a light inside of me
I found out it was the bright shine of creativity
it shimmered in harmonious symmetry I could see
when I pursue the activities I pursue in eccentricity, scribbling the songs thoughts sing to me
that let me link to the connectivity running indivisibly
like electricity through all of you, and me
this light shone bright through my chest, in cold defiance of the unknown of death – like a bellyful of beautiful
this light was all mine to have, and I could shine and plant diamonds deep in the grit and the grime that compose what we suppose is reality
I don’t know what the meaning of life is, or what happens in the chapter after
but all you can do is choose what to do with the time given you, and I feel a duty to spread the beautiful, to grace this life with time spent thinking of ways to say thank you
I say we plant diamonds and pearls in this world
physics insists that we are twisted quantum strings
forming things that think they’re things, bringing us things to think life has no meaning – so?
all you can do is decide what to do with the time that is given to you – so no matter what else is true about you, don’t you want to be glad you knew you?
don’t you want to make this place more beautiful?
I say, whatever comes next, why bother caring about red herrings and our fathers to stay blessed
surely you can agree with the idea that beauty is good
and even when misunderstood should be pursued at all times because that is how we become sublime
that light that shines inside you and I is beautiful
we’ve got a duty to spread it, like love
if I apply for a job
and it matters not who I am or am not
but only who I am friends with
then that boss is an asshole
on a day that may come when one judges the living and the dead, if it matters not what I did but that I picked the right judge that courtroom is Kafka and I care not
I know what to do with the time given to…me
say thank you to life for this breath
let my light shine from the hole in my chest
love is what we need and beauty brings us together
so I put words down – and I aim them at forever
creativity’s electricity manifests in me lyrically;
I love graffiti because it means someone else gave their beauty wings, and I just ask you
how do you let your light sing?