Today I am using my
Weapons of mass creation:
My pencil to draw, my brush to paint,
My guitar and keyboard to make music
With each stroke of my pencil,
I breathe life into the empty page,
Creating worlds and characters,
From the depths of my imagination.
My brush dances across the canvas,
A symphony of colors and shapes,
Capturing emotions and memories,
In every stroke and swirl.
As I strum the strings of my guitar,
Melodies flow from my fingertips,
Weaving tales of love and heartache,
Through the power of music.
The keyboard becomes my playground,
Words and notes intertwining,
Forming poetry and song,
In a harmonious blend of sound and meaning.
Today I am using my
Weapons of mass creation:
My pencil to draw, my brush to paint,
My guitar and keyboard to make music
J.P. Nix 