Let me paint you a bright horizon,
In which you become whole,
Where the pining that your soul exerts,
no longer exists.
a picture perfect Eden
for you and me
This garden
Holds our most precious simplicities,
Bliss and Youth.
Now venter further,
into the fragrant, wild, dew ridden plants and fruits
tussle with the roaring dandelions
laugh with the buzzing sun beams.
do not hinder your happiness with skeptical thoughts
the apples, full of new wonder and temptations
the grapes, plump and flirtatious
the plums, serendiptious and soft
it is true
No peace comes without war
But do the prices paid fall from your bearings?
in the wild untamed grass
A deathly war endures
naivety against education and declaration.
Feuding sides
Blow after blow
Scourging after prayer
Certainly the grass covers
Their underhanded craft
no one else can see this,
this crowd only sees a blank canvas.
I ask of you to hold your lips
Futile as it will be,
I will not hold you to any promise, word, or deed.
I may stop painting.
my work depresses me
after all,
only you have the ability to fathom it
but you do not care for it.
no need to discuss
i was never good with a brush
never spontaneous, or audacious, nor ingenuous
not that i have lied through my hands
just not enough portrayed
not enough expressed.
