Harmony of Yellow
Inside the spectral being there are many auras besides the blue, red, green, brown and the
white, why must we fight.
Prospering sterling long enough to experience a change in shade is what we’d all truly love,
jaded are we all, that’s not from above.
Harmony and love in the gold make everyone cruel and cold with nothing to hold but the
gold, growing old and bold hollow in soul.
The olden times that are so wished for by white are long gone, replaced by an orange purple
toxic haze that blinds the light.
But is beautiful at the time of dusk, how ironically sick our pollutants are that thick.
By his creation America has changed opaque, ever so blind and radically so, or didn’t you
know?
The average tan hangs on the colored end of the optical race, shunned by the deviant skin
on their face.
Those of you, who are greedy green enough to flourish, do so in style as to nourish the gray
side of a burgundy cloud.
Made up of similar mental elements we all are, but it seems as if all things have gone too
far.
Living well in the red and the black they never condescend or even look back, it separates
the professional from the hack.
True peace and harmony comes I believe in the yellow, as does warmth from the sun, when
all can enjoy life and be mellow.
In God’s realm of peace, the harmony of yellow.
James C Bryant Jr.
December 16, 2001
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