creating

redmosquito10redmosquito10 Posts: 568
edited February 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the one painting in my room
i can truly relate to,
has weathered and aged, cracked and folded in places
and remained alone a bit too long.
physical manifestation of years of learning,
beliefs forming from wisps of ideas,
swirling and percolating to form
the self-referential, hypocritical,
unreplicated identity
that peers out
and in

the one painting,
of the wilderness i escaped to
the stream
that was my companion,
and the analog for my self
the trees,
whose simple swaying
imparted the importance of withstanding and escaping
has perservered,
and i take comfort
that im finally feeling compelled
to give it a companion
"Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH..."
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  • pepperpepper Posts: 155
    I love this!

    Pepper
    Pepper- I am faith without religion, without bruised knees and pleas for forgiveness...
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