Painting PicturesA Poem by insanityI wrote this one after watching a random re-run of Bob Ross's painting show on PBS, all I'll say is 'happy little trees'.
Little bird Sitting on the branch Twittering quietly With just a silent word Unleash the avalanche From high upon your tree Here they come Their words like bullets Raining from the skies Listen to their lies To the eagle’s cries As it flies Toward the indigo moon Behind it the stars glimmer Like jewels on an ebony cloth As the birds shout and swoon The lava begins to simmer As the lake smolders with froth
In our bitter infancy We were joined together Separated by circumstance And a menagerie Of vibrant color In an endless dance With the world in view Rugged and silent The canvas stands Tried and true Breaking the covenant Of the shifting sands Made of the fireflies Like burning embers Illuminating the perfect dark It’s no surprise You cannot start fires Without a spark We must learn To find what’s true And forget our past It’s for you I yearn I long to be with you To make our love last © 2009 insanity |
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Added on October 20, 2009 |