"The Artist"

There he is, brush in hand
Ready to create yet another masterpiece
His talent is incomprehensible yet comes so naturally
He’s a master of his art

Behind the brush strokes
Behind the exquisite skill
Is a man
He’s envied by many and equally adored

What kind of man is this?
Is this his only talent?
Not by a long shot
Some talents can’t be recorded on paper

He draws you in with his eyes
His smile makes you smile
His laugh is contagious
His love is worth more than the price of any painting

Through his art he expresses his hopes, his dreams, his demons
Through his actions he expresses his spontaneity
Through his words he expresses his genuine affection

This artist; This man
Has managed to take a mangled grey existence
And color it as vibrantly as it would allow him
He’s taken a life that was once meaningless
And given it a thirst for life and living

To know him is to love him
What you owe him can not be measured
To you, he can do no wrong
He’s your vision of perfection

Yes, this man is an artist who’s art extends beyond a canvas
He is a primary example of why we would die without art
 

"Fabulous"

He’s the life of the party
The center of attention
His clothes are divine
He tells the best stories
He always makes you laugh
He’s Fabulous!

He commands the stage
Everyone looks upon him with admiration
He’s the most entertaining person you’ve ever seen
His presence captivates you
He’s pleased them
He’s given them all he has
He’s Fabulous!

The party’s over
The final curtain has fallen
No one asked him home after the party
They neglected to mention the after show dinner to him
From the waves of mass admiration, love, and applause, he’s suddenly alone

He scrapes off the mound of product from his Fabulous face
He replaces it with something else to help maintain that Fabulosity
He slips into his silk pajamas and crawls into bed
His eye mask is perched on top of his head ready to block out the light
He hugs a nearby pillow with all his might as if it were a person

He takes a pill to help him sleep through the merry-go-round of thoughts that haunt him
He begins to weep
For he knows he wouldn’t be in bed alone and might have a real person to hug if he wasn’t so...
 “Fabulous”