I create art
that creates enemies
those hiding in the grass
come forth and expose their enmity
what was more important
your opinion and judgement
or a loyal friend
for an image created through imagination
that you failed to grasp
because you really don’t know
the heart of the artist anyway
you chose judgement instead
in your claim for art appreciation
yet failed to understand the essence;
all is subjective
so judge not what you know not
leaving a friendship that saved you
from drowning and falling off
that London Bridge into the sea of misery
she held your hand from that calamity
how ironic
since friendship mattered not
and we forgot the past
because now we know how to stand
art became a means to split seas
so you left
I thank art to allow hearts to see
what normally would be hidden
if art and artist existed not.
