That Brush

When I grab that brush
I lose control of the world around me
with a clear uninterrupted mind
I go on a spiritual journey
I merge into the subconscious
In pursuit of self realisation
I reach the vanguard of that divine orgasm
That triggers my creative hormones
Through priceless bristles of sable
Pour pure hues of paint
Onto an innocent virgin white canvas
Creating a whole new spectrum
A new disciple of colours
That smell like the sweet fragrance of a jackfruit
And shout out loud
Like the buzzing of warriors
Washing from a successful encounter
That profound ego to create
Emanating from the very essence of my existence
reincarnates another hidden soul
Through that brush

Superiority Addict

Inferiority complex
Sowed in an innocent community
Wealthy but bat blind
To avalanche of its intellectual property
Seed intent to white supremacy
A systematic conspiracy
To invade the privacy of a continent
Piracy of its intellect
Passed without a verdict
Yet footsteps out of a mud hut
Built entire economies
Primitive branded art
inspired the Picasso's
tears of looted artefacts
drip down walls of alien museums
a sacrificed heroes blood
predicts an unavoidable return
of the haunted victims spirit
adorned in memories
of the unforgettable past
to David Goliath and cleanse
the sadistic
Superiority Addict