Brandon Jonathon Vasquez
The Artist - Poem by Brandon Jonathon Vasquez
So young, so filled with conviction,
Constantly wondering what's his life mission.
To be honest there's nothing material that he's missin.
It's his fire, his drive, the reason he's alive.
The pen is his weapon and the paper is the battlefield.
His mind is always battle filled.
Watch him make war into art.
Splatters the canvas with anger, brush strokes of skill.
Adds a few tears as he lets his soul spill.
His portraits are poems that ignite the mind,
Each one divine, every piece one of a kind.
War is hell but victory is heaven,
The key to win is always keep em guessin.
Have your nouns lay covering fire as the verbs advance,
Destroy the opposition never give them a chance.
In the aftermath you will see your path.
Your imagination will always lead you the farthest.
Welcome to the mind of an artist.
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