Contemplating the pallet of shades.
The fine bristles are all slightly splayed.
Wondering what paint depicts the heart.
The artist sits ready, brush in hand.
Tips heavy with colors both light and dark.
Bottled Whine
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Who is strong
Sometimes it would be easier if I didn't care at all,
it wouldn't hurt as much to just be a flower on the wall.
Hands full of broken hearts, sad stories, bad choices and pain,
Strong, dry eyed, calm and steady can be so hard to maintian.
If no one told me their secrets and asked me not to tell,
the dark thoughts of my heart might not be such a very deep well.
Carrying the weight of the world does not allow an off day,
no weak moments and no mistakes or everyone stares your way.
it wouldn't hurt as much to just be a flower on the wall.
Hands full of broken hearts, sad stories, bad choices and pain,
Strong, dry eyed, calm and steady can be so hard to maintian.
If no one told me their secrets and asked me not to tell,
the dark thoughts of my heart might not be such a very deep well.
Carrying the weight of the world does not allow an off day,
no weak moments and no mistakes or everyone stares your way.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
The Master
Master of the domain, with a command on his lips.
Face etched in concentration, coursed with rivers of sweat.
Implements flash as what is whole becomes mere pieces.
Steam dances around the room, hot moisture fills the air.
Muffled crushing, wet snaps, and the steady clink of steel.
Sharp, tangy scents hanging elusively out of reach.
Master of the domain, obsured in a heavy haze.
Dark eyes, quick and busy, filled with determination
Movements rhythmic in the oppressive ocean of heat.
Bubbling water, a sizzle, and the woomph of fire.
Thick exotic fragrance, intertwined with the familiar.
Master of the domain, orchestrating each moment.
Hands carved of experience, and strengthened with success.
Taking all the fragments, creating a masterpiece.
Face etched in concentration, coursed with rivers of sweat.
Implements flash as what is whole becomes mere pieces.
Steam dances around the room, hot moisture fills the air.
Muffled crushing, wet snaps, and the steady clink of steel.
Sharp, tangy scents hanging elusively out of reach.
Master of the domain, obsured in a heavy haze.
Dark eyes, quick and busy, filled with determination
Movements rhythmic in the oppressive ocean of heat.
Bubbling water, a sizzle, and the woomph of fire.
Thick exotic fragrance, intertwined with the familiar.
Master of the domain, orchestrating each moment.
Hands carved of experience, and strengthened with success.
Taking all the fragments, creating a masterpiece.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Symphony
The wind was conducting the sunrise today,
in a burst of flamboyance that's just fall's way.
Ascending a backdrop of frost bitten blue,
sun's first breath of warmth lit a rich crimson hue.
When wind cued applause for such glorious light,
trees replied with enthusiastic delight.
Dizzy confetti leaves escaped from the trees,
happily spinning and dancing on the breeze.
Then a brand new day was expertly unfurled,
as noble sun rose to beam down on the world.
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