Look At All the Art

Men and Women, who profess to be religious, shouldn't they hear more, then their own practiced words? Open to all words, and answers, of every heart that beats, everyone with questions, and a void inside, to fill they seek? Even the homeless, and all those down and out. Who listens and hears their words, when they decide to speak or shout? A Famous song, says words on subway walls, have been written and are true, Illustrating the words of the wise, could be written anywhere, even places brand new. Words of the ages, tagged, spun and pronounced, in all colors, all hues. Isn't it all about the artist or speaker, Who's intuition is hooked up, not blue. That makes the art really come true. Not just from the buildings or religions, were only their art is on display. But from the open minds and hearts, where spirits have gathered together, once more to play.