Orange, yellow, and red
Swirled like a painter mixing his colors
The brush strokes, light, heavy, loud
A pallet of only the brightest colors
Distracting him from the grip of life
For he is only a boy, and growing up is the least of his concerns
Blue, white, and black
Stars speckle the sky, each one larger than the last
Brush strokes of only the calmest colors
Each stroke sends a new sense of peace to his heart
For at his age, he’s no longer a boy, but a man yearning for his youth
Red and black, when he’s alone
For those are the only colors he sees anymore
A new sense of reality since the old one is no longer available to him
Each stroke sends a new worry to his head
A new voice, a new reality
For now, he’s no longer a boy, yet a man
Yearning for the days he ran from.
Vincent
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Around the corner
It echoes loud when you call my name
Hear it ring out from the inside
Going back to that different place
And I‘ll make it out this time -
Mr. Hero
Dear Mr. Hero
Have you won the last war?
Oh Mr. Hero
Have you caught him before?He isn’t a sinner
But he’ll contemplate
Doing something a good man
Won’t do
How about you? -
Waiting Game
Temptation
Self destruction
I’ve been waiting sometime
For you
Hours
Days away
Minutes slowly fade
Give it up again I’ll show
I’ll wait a while
Comments
Brilliant message, to live in the moment and appreciate what you have while you have it; Time comes for us all, after all! The references to the changing landscape -- the leaves, the night sky -- also help express this idea well.
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