Rain Painted Rose

Written by: Anthony Slausen

dont we all
live  
deep within the walls 
of a 
rain painted rose
rosey
moments once fresh are set ablaze
whose bones are jewel encrusted 
with 
decays
within our deepest reds 
the scent of saints and dreams are 
bled
glancing off a soul of glass
so very briefly glowing off the face-
as every breath tends to climb toward light
reaching the softest edge giving away..
tumbling down 
a stairwell of thorns-
the clowns of living cycling
round and round a face forelorn

turned to dreamware we're juggled
(dented circus pins)
between hell and hope..less
the kiln of god
the devils twisted rope-
dont we all
live within the walls
of a 
rain painted
rose