​Art isn't a popularity contest. In fact if your art is very popular I suggest you stop and question yourself; are you being true to yourself? Or are you trying to be liked by everyone? If that is the case then just bake sweets or make pizza and feed people. They will love you. No point in getting your clothes, hair and hands dirty with paint, not to mention floor and furniture.
You paint because you know that it is what you must do through inner compulsion much like a drug addict. And most probably no one will like you, because you will always be going against the grain, much like salmon up the river. But perhaps that is how it is meant to be. It works out for the salmon they spawn and give birth, and so should the artist.

a woman knows mystery in the eyes of her newborn child
she sees the world beyond from whence that child was born
she is guided by the same intuitive force to raise it to full grown
as she cooks and teaches and heals and creates a better world

for all, men too, whose envy of her knowing, makes them blue
and lose their own knowing by being afraid of women
and thinking they need to put her down, to arise
by building dick rockets to nowhere, to hell and Mars

taking the word woman from written pages or IDs
will not remove woman from earth that made her
and sooner or later earth will fall into total chaos
rebelling against dick rockets they prefer over her

and only then will they understand
the folly of their senseless pursuits

instead we could all cherish life made sensual by love
of the child and each other and animals and plants
And know that as one person dies another is born
and the cycle continues forever more, there is no end

respect each other everywhere and every time
seeing the god/goddess in each and every one
before it is too late and the gods leave
while we are left with heads bowed

gods/godesses were substituted with money
and men will do anything to continue in the faith
that only money will make them great
fake news causing the end of life on earth.
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and only then will they understand
the folly of their senseless pursuits

a shaky left foot carefully placed so as to not crush the earth
a buckling of knee, not in prayer, but loss of balance in reverse

hell is made of not being well
can you tell

an eye flutter, a pupil too big, bigger than the other one
you see no end to body morphia when health is on the run

hell is made of not being well
can you tell

on the other side of earthly living doing, eating, making
is a golden sphere of loving undoing, awakening

heaven is made of being ecstatically well
can you tell
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living in limbo means you are neither here nor there
waiting for an invite from either heaven or hell
as you run the last lap around the sun
waving earth a thank you and farewell