Thoughts on the way back from the Train Station on Sunday morning

The man sits, stoned out of himself
lost behind a dropped lip, a fixed stare,
his green facade

The coffee shop owner stands next to his chair outside the shop
speaking softly and patiently to the man

is this kindness?
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Amsterdam:
When early in the morning someone
rolls their huge suitcase
on the cobblestones
and it startles you,
not just because it's the only sound
so early in the morning
but because it sounds like
the take-off of a flock of pigeons
and you worry if they will fly right into your face

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you find seashells under lampposts in this city
because the whole city is built on top of sea shells
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Rembrandt is one of the most well-known portrait painters of all time. He gives his subjects such soft precision, such life and realness. He is a master. He also painted as a profession. Each famous face that hangs in the Rijksmuseum was a certain months wage for Rembrandt. In that way, his art wasn't always his own expression- but still they are masterpieces.
Could I be a Rembrandt? Could Van Gogh have been?

We decided, (am I right Philip?), that if you must be paid for what you do, you might as well do it as Rembrandt did!
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YOU ARE STATIC AND CANNOT CHANGE YOUR FREQUENCY
THE NAMES ON HEADSTONES ARE CRYING OUT TO BE REMEMBERED
YOU CANNOT SELL YOUR FAITH

and what were the other ones??
These are graffiti clearly painted in English by the same tagger all over the city.
Although I don't understand them, I like them because they make people think.

is it good to just make people think? or should you also consider what they think?

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think think think think think
oh, haha, and these are my dreads on the eleventh floor of the Modern art museum!