We are a painting

We are a painting

A Poem by James L.

I open my eyes
I realise

that the colors are fading
theres no right shading

reality is nothing more then a painting
What should I do should I be fainting

and I see the colors of the cars, of the trees, of the seas, and there is no more freeze

Colors swirling around
there is no feeling
no sound
How should I be dealing... with this

red black, and blue splatted on a paper
God is the artist
and makes them go up in vapor
but why did he start this

this paradox of infinite
just a piece of work
Thats really starting to get to me
this paradox of infinite
just Him having fun
but is that what it could be
and in this paradox of infinite
so cold yet so warm
couldnt we just see

the value of it all
the value of it all

the value of all our faces
the value and contrast of all the diffrent races
the value of all the diffrent places

the value of our souls...

its just so priceless
its just a work of art
its not so lifeless
its been full of it from the start

I could go on but its for you to see
that your in a gallery of God so beautifuly

© 2009 James L.


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James L.
James L.

El Paso, TX



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I've been writing since high school. I discovered that I loved poetry after reading The Raven from Edger Allen Poe. Later I discovered I loved writing after I wrote a poem. So I've been writing for 4 .. more..

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