Without criticism

Unwilling
They tremble before the metaphor
They deny the art of imposing creation
They have given themselves to brickdom

Squirts of colour are black and white to them
hungering for format
Selling themselves to rules
Brushing off the abstract like an enemy

Crucifying the surreal
Putting out the flames of their once open hearts
The colours and shapes of us
ridiculous and absurd
They have abandoned us for mathmatics and poxy pics
Taking shots at freedom to express
Setting traps for creativity

Lines and lines
Sound counts
Spontaniety´s poison is brewed

You want to learn something
Express freely without the prison
keep your bars away from here