Graffiti Artist
Pigmented paint filled arousal can,
The human mind bent to express,
What few will view, or want to understand.
Artist, or scoundrel, depends on whom makes the public call,
Compulsion is driven to communicate, by way of a blank wall.
Who are these unseen, ninjas-like, paint-totting warriors piercing through the darkness of night, finding their way by flickering flashlight?
Alleyways, skyways, trusses to spanning bridges, wherever the heed to make the call, but most ideal: a larger than life blank wall.
When what is decided to express, is it in the moment that puts the anonymous, creative mind to rest?
When the deed is done, empty spray cans litter the soil, and the night's darkness still masks the rendered toil. Will it speak loudly significant, or to make the public recoil.
'Graffiti Artist' is the euphemistic name. It isn't by the darkness of night to hide any remorse to shame, nor anonymity by void of name, nor ambition to fame.
It is purely from desire to state: "to this Earthly presence I came, and by this 'mark' on it forever, to remain!".
