Birth – 3 years old
Welcome darling boy, a body is born
Made to love, made from thorns,
A blank canvas, a rainbow glows
A father’s love, cold as snow
Masked in your light
As your soul takes flight
Paint your life, paint your dreams
Paint the rainbow colour scheme
Speak darling boy, the world still ages
Silence speaks, silence rages
Your Crayons of love express the talking
Ignore the eyes of constant balking
Let it beam through your hands
Judging eyes don’t understand
Draw it yellow, draw it blue
Draw whatever in your heart feels true
4-8 years old
Hush darling boy, the world still spins
Listen to your voice within
Mask your love with colourful poise
Let it speak volumes to drown out the noise
Hold your brush, canvas high
Paint away, let colours fly
Worry not your father’s hate
Soon it will dissipate
Hush darling boy, all is well in this world
Mamas tears, are made of pearls
Three hearts break on this night,
One is strong enough to fight
Lions roar, the colour grey
Please forgive me, that I pray
Some day you will come to see
What it was, that I could not be
9-12 years old
WHAT IS IT BOY? The world still spins yet mine does not
Your mother left us here to rot
Soul less lives reside right here
Might as well, give in to fear
Hell breathes fire, this life that we live
I have nothing in me, nothing to give
Paint it black, Paint it red
Paint it for the day of the dead
WHAT IS IT BOY? My world is full of whisky and wine
How about you pass me another bottle of time?
This world is full of anger and hurt
We all end up just like dust and dirt
Brace yourself, this wine commands
I smite you with my own bare hands
Feel my wrath, feel my roar
From here on in, you’ll no longer soar.
13-15 years old
What’s your name boy? Where’s your mother boy?
This game of life is not a ploy
Your words unspoken, puzzles us
Your eyes misplacing in our trust
Your canvas baring abstract lines
Of faces we cannot define
Your Fathers bones will be laid to rest
As morning leaves, and the sunrise sets
What’s your name boy? There’s nothing to fear
Life is waiting, flush out those tears
Silence speaks a thousand words
Take your time, you will be heard
This world is full of sinners and saints
If you cannot speak, I leave you these paints
Express your heart through your art
Live your life and play your part
16-19 years old
Can you see me boy? Your eyes are hazy
Can you walk in a line? Your heart is racy
How much more can this climb?
The next step up is doing time
Your canvas blank, your palette clean
Blood stained brush dripping morphine
I’m warning you, paint it through
Or you’ll end up in a jail queue![]()
Can you see me boy? How many fingers am I holding?
Your skin and bones slowly eroding
Veins of death seeping through,
Your face and lips, now shaded blue
You live your life through this needle
Fight it now, fight this evil
Pray to God to keep your soul
One last chance to keep you whole.
19-21 years old
Again dear boy, the things in your mind
Are not meant to be bind
Flow with your canvas, focus with your brush
Paint your pain this life made harsh
Let your blood drip paint
The world that you taint
Let those strokes be the words
Of your extraordinary life unheard
Again young man, this world is aligned ready for the taking
The pain in your eyes drowned out in your making
Do not lose sight
Of my teachings of light
Remember your purpose
Or it will all be worthless
Stay focused and steady
This world is ready
22-25 years old
Good day my love, flowers bloom
We kissed the morning unto noon,
Lover’s hearts intertwined,
Two souls blended in one mind
Paint me a picture of our love
So that we may soar with doves
The world you see, holds no walls
No more of this constant trawl
Good night my love, the moon shines bright,
Stars align conditions ripe
Lovers thrust illuminates,
Graceful hands insatiate
I see your gaze, I see your glare
My womb holds two for all to bare,
Take my hand, here we stand
Bring on life that we planned
26-28 years old
What is it my love? What troubles you?
Take a brush and paint with blue
This life we have is blessed with four
Use your canvas as an oar
Slay your demons if you will
Pray the night will keep you still
Dream those dreams we had before
Unlock those gates unlock that door
What is it my love? What brings you down?
Your troubles haunt, our family drowns
This pain you carry bleeds us dry
I have no more tears to cry
Hanging by a needles thread
Heal it now, before I tread
Pick up your canvas, flow your stream
Or this life you live will be just a dream.
29-31years old
Hello my love, time ticks near
A family love that you smear
Behold the beauty of my might
Careful now, my love may bite
Innocence is watching you
Eight year olds can change their view
Brush with grace, brush with ease
The choice is wisely yours to seize
Goodbye my love, your world is black
Your sadness breathes a family’s lack
Eyes of beauty fear your hands
Draw a line in the sand
My body once a lovers muse
Now a canvas that you bruise
This world still spins your family tree
What once was four is now down three
32-35 years old
Hello Dear Father, why do you sleep?
The world is up, troubled mind in too deep
Remember the story of Dorothy in Kansas?
Can you paint us the rainbow, on this canvas?
Time is fading, awaiting your essence
Exchanging these hours in hopes of your presence
Get up dear father before it’s too late
The world will grow old and will not wait
Hello dear father, Open the blinds
The Doctor is coming to check on your mind
Lucky for you, your daughters aren’t weak
We hid all the pills and crushed them sleek
There’s talk of sending you off to that place
The place where people think they’re in space
GET UP DEAR FATHER, BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE
WREAK HAVOC ON YOUR CANVAS, TIME TO CREATE
36-39 years old
Hello dear boy, what is it you seek?
My bones are old, my skin is meek
Time has thorns, full of redemption
Couldn’t you leave it and make an exemption?
This old woman carries your mark
The brush you used was always stark
My canvas was black right from the start
Why bring it up now? Why break my heart?
So Dear boy, if you want to know
What lies beneath a seed that won’t grow?
It happened in, one fateful night
A stranger’s lust turned into fright
One man’s burning desire
Emblazoned in my legs of fire
His breath of gin smelt of sin
His dirty nails pierced my skin
These delicate lips made to kiss
Hushed out by his spiteful hiss
It lasted for what seemed for hours
I lost my grip I lost my power
And so dear boy, the story goes
A baby was born thrust from the throes
Your angel eyes were a sad reminder
Your father that raised you was just a provider
Time is meant to heal all things
But one man’s sin pulled our strings
I thought my canvas was strong enough
But your eyes too strong caught my bluff
So my darling boy, the cross that you bear
Was not of your making but something I wear
Your father’s fury, was just a shield
Of the ugly things this world can yield
I cried an ocean of Noah’s Arc
The day I left you in the dark
Please forgive me for what I’ve done
In the end you’re still my son.
40-60 years old
Good Morning gentlemen, welcome to class
Put down your brush, if you want to pass
Today’s lesson is about the female anatomy
How you treat it, with good mental alchemy
A woman’s body is meant for a shrine
A gift from God, Mother Divine
All it takes is one man’s hate
To change the state of a woman’s fate
A woman’s lighthouse cannot be defined
You cannot box it and call it mine
She lends it to whoever she chooses
Be delicate with it, do not abuse it
Eons of Wisdom embraced in the womb
Traced in the history of ancient tombs
A Goddess lies beneath your making
Her vessel opens her light is aching
Careful how you tend her sheep
Men can’t sow what she reaps
This is why before you paint
Learn to love, control restraint
If you cannot complete this simple task
You will fail my class with no pass.
The End.
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