The Artist’s Agenda

Carefully listening.
The beating of the world.
The feelings.
The thoughts.
The existence.
Letting it all flow through you.
Until it comes to closure.
To definition.
Of word.
Of pictures.
Of objects.
Observe. Experience. Express. Provocation as a means to an end.
Inspiration as a means to an end.
What is the end?
Is there nothing in life
But the end?
Or is life
Hidden in the inspirations
And provocations
As glimpses of divine
In the unprovoked damp
Of ordinary human lives
Bottled with predictability
Devoid of courage
Crampled with routines
In crazy survival mechanisms
Of meaningless agendas
Between births
Search for security
Where the price is death.

Love yourself dear Artist. Convey your message. Don’t think too much to share. You could be somebody’s reason to not give up. Dear Artist, speak the truth even when it’s uncomfortable. It is needed. Tell, write, paint, sing, dance, record, make, interpret. Without the Artist, there is no faith or courage. Are you willing to pay the price of living without it? I am not. I have paid it too many times before and it stank of misery clothed in boredom.

I need You, dear Artist.

Observe. Experience. Express.