A Work in Progress

You are going to need fundamentals if you want an everlasting peace
The solitary aspects you create must be unique
It looked that way to me when looking from the upper rim of the balcony
I peered over to take a look...the circling heads were rounding masses
Fortunately my eyesight just isn't the same without my glasses
I think I mistook one of them for the messiah
Either that or Jeremiah...something out of scripture
It doesn't matter much I tried to paint them into my picture
I do have oil on my brush but the canvas sits still devoid of touch
Its pure white and driven...
Snow blew through into the dead from the living
It made this exist...
I don't really feel as if my life is primary
The secondary colors were always more interesting to me anyway
It feels as if this second life is also slipping away
Down into a cavern of lost souls and ceramic bowls
What the hell...am I? dead or alive
...I really don't even know...
I'm mixed in between the red and the blue something bought, broken and new
I guess ill have to take it from you and use it at my own expense
Stepped forward into the past tense
That's what happens when you ride on the fence for way to long, anything that can
...will go wrong...

Now I just hope for some rain, my heart is dry and my blood supply is mixing with the paint
It sucks that I cant make the world a better place with what I try to create.
I cant make them see the image if they cant relate
I wonder if I will end up being viewed as the devil and not the saint
Ill question the wounds and place my hands within your flesh
Ill hold tight the feeling of its warm caress
Ill lose sight of the broken heart still beating within my chest
Pounding with a resounding beat, just loud enough to sway your feet...

Clear across the floor where I saw you were getting all the more comfortable
Every inch measured out to a perfect right angle, that still didn't fit into your circle
Just ended up back where you began...back before I came, before I even existed
I tried to catch a photograph of that moment but the cameras lens resisted
Now I'm left with silver filters absorbing light without an image within my sight

I had to place down my supplies to shut my eyes
I saw us dancing together on that special night
...I have found my picture and I can see it so clearly...
As the red on red was the mixture that was flowing near me
Now knowing that it was all just a dream
My love, my work...The life we broke
No matter how real you made it seem
There was only unrest and no real progress
This image we worked so hard to create
Just started to fade and dissipate

I still have that canvas...I wonder if I will ever try to paint that picture again...



Poetry by TheNakedPoet
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Written on 2009-03-30 at 04:11

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