The images we make

Of all the ghosts that walk our hearts

We build images ever so large

Of faint colors and vivid thought

Seeing too much than there is to see

Expecting the worst out of a growing tree

The barks are howling instead of standing still

To see the leaves as cutting truth

Instead of beauty reflecting light

Of falling petals we make a threat

While all along it was simply a count of thread

To be in peace with a world so vast

We see the beauty we seek we spend

Of all the images we could make

Lets hope for only that of good will 

The dissolution of the idea of ever being fake 

The key to art is shadowing something ugly

With colors smart enough to see that spark 

For living around the idea of beauty

Only comes from intelligent will 

Never the production of dumbfounded thought 

Reviews

[Mr.Writer]

I love this!! It's very good!
So gentle, soft and easy on our mind I feel...
Keep it up!

[B]

Thanks
i have been hardcore and twisted lately
so i stopped writing until my little devil just dies lol

[andrew mitchell]

A profound write to dwell on solosolace!!! Nice work again I read!

[B]

Thank you Andrew

[z.chéri]

lovely! :) I really like the part
"Dessoluting the idea of ever being fake
The key to art is shadowing something ugly"
but did you mean to spell 'dessoluting' as 'desolating'
besides that great poem!!!

[B]

Thank you very much for your review