original painting and poem by chelsea vonne james

Some see a dying horse 
Some see soft remorse
Some vulnerability of course
Some think that’s our life Force, 

Perhaps it’s shit
Perhaps it’s “it”
Whatever u think, becomes your bit
Good, bad, poop bag, glad- it’s all a fit

Large mammal lies on its back
Perception is the hack
The story’s stack
Prosperity or lack

Open heart, knock on the door
Take off shirt, smoke cigarette “whore”
Where the fuck is door number four
Is what you see your core?

It’s whatever u think
Colored ink
Butt stink
Doors are pink

Perhaps we surrender 
Stories, fears, walls- open tender
Give up the defender
Fulfillment= heart guided bender 

-60 by 48 inches
-mixed media, pen, acrylic, charcol and oil on canvas  
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