I stepped outside the lines' confinement Form can no longer hold me down Like Kandinsky's colors in alignment Pure emotion, pure sound, pure crown Objects vanished, hearts opened wide A non-figurative kind of love inside Indescribable, unable to be shown Only felt, that's all I've known Like Pollock I'm splattering my emotions free Chaotic but conscious intentionally Looks random, but every drop is meant to be Dancing on the canvas, wild and consciously Abstract freedom— No form, no rules, no boundary seam Just color, movement, emotion flowing in a stream Abstract freedom— Unexplainable, undefinable it seems But felt, lived, exists in extremes This is my revolution's theme From concrete world to abstract heart's regime Form was my prison, locked and mean Now I'm free, finally free Living like action painting, unconfined Every movement spontaneous, every moment redefined Planned chaos, controlled insanity designed Deep like Rothko's silent scream, aligned Is it yellow, blue, or red I find? Doesn't matter, they're all feelings combined Naming them limits me, leaves me confined Just feel, don't think, leave reason behind Representational art was killing me slowly "This is a tree, this is a house, this is a person" solely I want to see whatever I want to see holy I want to feel whatever I want to feel wholly Abstract=free Nameless=limitless key Undefined=endless, you see Abstract freedom— (Kandinsky, Pollock, Rothko, me) No form, no rules, no boundary seam (From heart to canvas, canvas to cosmic dream) Just color, movement, emotion flowing in a stream Abstract freedom— Unexplainable but real, supreme Undefinable but exists in the extreme Felt, lived, liberated theme This is my manifesto's beam My abstract heart rejects the concrete regime Form can no longer hold me in its scheme I'm free, finally free
