"Painting"

lobb152

Paint my life with blue, green and gray.
Blue as the ground,
Walking upon clouds.
Green as the sky,
Singing with the leaves.
Gray as the contrasts,
The beauty found in life.

WickedJeremy

I'm doing it again; letting the colors saturate my mind.
Disregarding the smelly running discharge you typically refer to
as "feelings". You know, as a child, I don't recall `feeling'
anything. I do, however, have vivid memories that drip with undying colors.
I can still remember the color that shined inside the walls of my
mind. I remember throwing dirt clods at the side of the barn with
my dad. I remember first noticing the word "clod". Clod sounds
odd. I remember watching how the clods would leave a sideways
volcano on the side of the barn. I remember having to take several
steps closer than my dad for my throw to reach. I remember my dad
enjoying that. I wish I remembered my dad enjoying more things.
But I don't.

Sometimes I feel proud of those colors I would see. Well, not
pride. I suppose it is relief. I suppose I feel relieved that I
saw colors instead of feeling "feelings". I remember walking into
my parent's room in the middle of the night and them not being
there. I remember running to the front door. I remember the door
wouldn't open more than a few inches due to the chain. I remember
yelling across the drive for my grandma. I remember my mom coming
up behind me and wondering why I was doing this. To this day I feel
that I know I walked into their bedroom and found an empty bed.
They were apparently there because all was suddenly yellow again.
It hated it when it was brown. I remember the empty rooms being
brown.

Now, today, I revert with no intention. I am four years old
again; laying on the bathroom floor at midnight; refusing to go to
my bed because of the spiders. I knew they weren't there. But my
fleshy vegetation didn't. It is the same today.

It is the same today. I know my eternal daydream is a fantasy
of reality in the mind of God. But it seems unreal in this color.
I can tickle your shined divine fancy when the colors are right. I
can blossom a blood stain when the vessel is swelled. But now,
today…?

Jamal

lobb152 wrote:

Paint my life with blue, green and gray.
Blue as the ground,
Walking upon clouds.
Green as the sky,
Singing with the leaves.
Gray as the contrasts,
The beauty found in life.

that's beautiful