He was born November 4th
in Paris France
and had an artistic eye the moment he was born
his fascination
with light upon the waters
reflected itself
in the painting of the Red Boats which is
priceless today
He was a dreamer and
an impressionist schemer
studying composition upon the lap of the masters
he would wile away the time
mixing tints and hues
and worked in yellows
crimsons and
various shades of blues
for me i liked the irises
as they graced the canvas with luminosity
and I found the sunflowers wonderful
as they stretched forth with light that seemed free
his passion is an inspiration
for all the various artists to be
a compelling path to follow
undoubtedly.
The ringworm made its way
passed me today
It had questions
regarding a simple matter
“A vagrant of a mad mans mad man”
he said I was
Then In awe
we saw
each others face
The ringworm recoiled
He stole the stars that foiled the plan
he depigmented the flush of colorless lives that now flood the land
We saw each others face
not far but near
plain and clear
out of fear
The ringworm has never been this scared of me
I’m usually the one dragging knees
further along
a smile weaved within concrete
I swear he’s usually brave,
competent and thoroughly fit for the task
Now he’s the noose we never thought to use
All the truths
will light the fuse
to torch the lake
it’s light should be fortunate
in the saving arms of the snake
We all get a little fortunate
when a ringworm crowns itself a Saint
. Let your light shine, today
Let you light shine, forever more
Guide my feet in the night and erase
The ghostly shadows from my sight, sit close
Glow and calm my fears, ease my fears, stay near
Like my dear friend
Never leave my side
The amber glow is
Warm and sensual
A comfort to my eye
Shadows surround you
Darkness fears you
Dampness dries
Before your warmth
Glowing friend
Faithful friend
of all the wonders of life in my time
some documentary,history,commentary and mystery
some told of,others heard of,noon seen of
be it fairy tale,moon light tale or bed side tale
ALL after the taste,this taste,one taste
he that seek knowledge ha shall find
is it for the records or for mere fun?
that you can sacrifice candles and the night
futures are made or marred at night hours
so what you read will lead
a second look and thought will make the difference
judging the look of things you've been long on this path
why aren't you part of the fat?
oh,maybe you are among the thinking side
the heart that pumps the life without seeing the light
have you heard of any stories of you predecessors?
of one,two,three or more of same fate
learn from them,hope it won't divert your line
everyone needs a model,an example and mirror fellow
now why the enthusiasm?if the base be this little
first the wash from light white blue down to brown
That ugly brown from mixing all those colors
and only at the very base of it to lower the horizon
and expand the vastness of the vista
Then the slashing scimitar of curve
with endings in infinity
Twisting the edges through clouds
to show the torn tearing droplets
Then smooth in the white to capture light
reflected in the shadowed spectral essences
revealed possibly in a second glance
morphing into coils of twisted mist
He blinks and rubs a wrist across his eyes
Brush held in suspense above the waiting canvas
Searching through his caves of creativity
with a burning need to light the walls aflame
Why not a curving canvas
with folds and waves of verticality
There is no rule to keep this two dimensional
a moving light source could turn this yet again
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