Where within our creative ability can you call us sick or unhealthy?
With Words? With Restraint?
Who Gave you the power to confine our voice, my opinion
I can not throw away my eyes or mind and may not abandon my works. The world is Tarnished and poisoned
Everyone's view of "normal" defined by anothers values
The tacks in which they are placed by, unsecured.
So did you find yourself with the blind faith of anothers world or your own?
Do you "taste" anothers eyes and conform to them or did you prepare your own?
can you say you study your ideas to find truths by experience
can you say the picture on canvas in your mind you can create?
I absorb the sites I have seen in torment and filter
With that I transform emotions to words and images
"Murder is a insult to Humanity
Rape is inhuman and sick
Liars are not to be trusted
Theaves are too common"
I need not portray my work as you see fit
I will not unpublish my hard time spent
Never change into something you are not, to be accepted
Swallow your Interrigation tactics and give me my freedom to express
What I exploit of the errors of human kind is and shall not be blamed on me as if I commited it.
Or what have we been fighting for?
For all the years it has been secured as law it is so easily twisted and taken
AND I WANT IT BACK.
(Dana Grostick 2002)