The Obedience of A Renegade
Never thought I would be the one to create a blog, but things change. Time for people to hear my voice and enter my world. Stay tuned for more Haitian broadcasting...
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I got caught in the middle of wanting and needing
I wanted someone to occupy my time
To change my frowns to smiles
Be that temporary moment of happiness until the real thing came around
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The thin line between want and need scared me
Never did I think I could have both until you snuck into the pages of my mental diary
We all were taught that God gives what we need not what we want
So is it wrong for me to want you to need me like I need you?
You bring clarity to my murkiness, heartfelt joy to my pain, and a feeling of pity to my pessimism
Being caught in the middle wasn’t that bad
Because I found you.
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Where you going, won’t you stop, baby, what’s the rush?
You got me feelin’ like a girl with the faintest crush, hey
When you go, when you go, boy, I miss you much
But I know you got to get your hustle on -
God must have given me a premium deal
Because my heart flipped through countless channels with its eyes closed before I unexpectedly fell upon you
My eyes beheld art and with this art came understanding and with understanding at that moment I understood Van Gogh, Rembrandt, and Picasso.Their definition of beauty was stroked with the warmest colors and finest brushes and even claiming insanity would not permit me to leave your painting unexplained.
So when I came upon you, I took my time to understand your gallery of artwork
“Are we racing?” is what you asked but I replied “No”
In all actuality we were both racing towards the same destination. The most perfect most pure unaltered truth.
That high definition love does exist in a low quality world.
Because from the day I entered your gallery I have mentally written hundreds of analytical essays trying to explain why I can’t get my lungs to function when you stroke my name.
You can’t explain the explainable because the most obvious is the hardest to see when you’ve been taught to embrace complexity.
I am infatuated with your art.
Not because of your vision but simply for the fact that you made me owner.
In my mind I said “How can I afford all of this?”
And as if you wrote this script yourself, you said to me “my heart is free I only charge you for interest”.
As artists we compare our work but this time lets use the same canvas love.
I’ll use my heart and you’ll use your mind and with both together we’ll make a masterpiece. Framed with faith.
To my artist. Your texture is beyond rich and your passion purposely pursued my pessimistic subconscious.
My last dime goes to finishing this artwork we’ve started.
