The Artist

 
I need a Muse.  
Do you think it could be you?
Can you pick up a paint brush  
And show me what you can do?
 
 
I need a painter of portraits;
To fill in the gaps inside my head.
I need a Goddess of Love,
To notice the stuff I write in my bed.
 
 
I need an Artist, who is simply magnificent,
A breath-taking vision, who is simply Heaven sent.
I need an Angel to paint me a Picasso,
Of my poetry in pieces, before I end up like Van Gogh.
 
 
Slightly impaired by deafness, I guess.
Going grey now; thank you stress.
 
 
Hi Mona, how’s Rembrandt?
He’s been seen drinking in a bar,
With somebody called Cezanne?
 
 
Call Michaelangelo; Donatello will have a plan.
Leonardo’s busy with his inventions,  
But here comes Raphael.
Turtle Power!  Hi Master Splinter.
Do you have your easel and paints ready
To see you through the winter?
 
 
Paint me a story
And I’ll write you a picture.
I think if the two of us worked together;
What I see, to you could become much clearer.
 
 
Are you sat there looking for some inspiration?
Then read one of my poems, sing one of my songs;
Maybe then you could paint our creation.
Maybe then I could write poetry about your art.
 
 
My vision brought to life,
With the gift of your care.
Paint a picture of us together,
So you will remember that I will always be there.
 
 
If you ever need some inspiration,
Just creep inside my mind for a little vacation;
From reality, from your personal Demons.
You will see we are all the same.
I have as many foibles as you do.
 
 
My heart belongs to any Woman who truly wants it.
But she hasn’t told me how she feels yet,  
So I guess I can’t live without it.
 
 
But soon I will meet someone  
And offer them my love.
Because an artist without inspiration,
Is like a poet who has never been in love.
 
 
Joyous tragedy! Shakespeare laughs
As he tears apart love, with just a couple of paragraphs.
Dead and gone!  Not our fair Juliet.
If Romeo had just gone home instead;
He would have turned into a moody poet.
 
 
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