Artists can run Hot

Artists can run hot,

Looking for passion,

Looking for truth,

Looking behind the veil

Of what is presented as reality.

Looking for blood,

Looking for life,

Artists can run hot.

I think the gift is not in the paint,

Or the notes,

Or the words,

Or the dance steps

So carefully choreographed,

But in the vision: The lives, the blood:

How should it be?

I think the vision is in

Lives.

Mine, yours, ours,

Our lives, our dreams,

Realized.

Our futures defined,

As the way we think they should be.

Hopes known….

Dreams realized.

Somehow in life

Hopes can be… how you say…

Somewhat postponed.

Practicalities can intervene,

And no matter how you would justify it,

Dreams can be put off.

Artists can run hot

All they have are dreams.

Patience can be a sin.

Talk to them about waiting

For tomorrow.

Fred
The Boatman
So Simple Things
Tattoos
A Bear, A Fawn, An Otter
Fat Men and Boats
Flowers
Letters
Christopher
A Funny Thing
Home
The Edge of the Moon
The Rod and the Ripple
Darlin’
He did Write
Aye Lass
Down from the Mountains
Silent Thought
Each Note
He Wished He Knew
But He Grew
Road Stories
Darling Daughter (continued)
Old Dogs New tricks
Dramatic Lives
Christopher Columbus, and Julius
Dawn Stretches
Sean and Megan
Dearest Beauty
Words
Dragons, Dancing
The Wild and Wooly Dog
About Dragons
Big Dog Gone Running
Autumn Waits
Sunday Afternoon
You Can Write Words
Lions in the Dawn
If I Listened to the Moon
Gifts and Purposes
First Kiss
They Were
Carp
Hipness
Old Pictures
To Stand Free
Candles and Flames
Dear Mom
The Moon is Floating
Artists can run Hot