painted pictures.
Colors on the wall, an unfinished picture…
Colors many Colors with no direction nor definition; just blurs of half completed thoughts…
The picture was started… reverse… the picture has meaning… back up… You’ve done too much…
The splashes on the wall, with defining edges that tried to make a shape of the unfocused picture which started yet tripped…
Colors on the wall have heart yet its incomplete elegance has an un touched pain.
It doesn’t make sense it doesn’t sync.
Just a blur of emotion and pictures let out on canvas…
Colorful blurs that mark depth, unseen desires, unheard words, images take shape as they unfold…
A heart shaped box, an unwound ball of twine, pins and needles, scars, tears, joy,
Music boxes, sheet music, note pads with no words, note pads with words, a person singing, a person laughing, clouds, shadows, fear, jumping, embracement, falling, stopping, confusion, walls built, walls being taken down…
Words lots of words some in phrases others left alone also mark this ball colored blurs…
Ecstasy, loves confusion, passion, beauty, smiles, sleep, dreams, don’t, do, please know, please let, stop telling, start letting, read my mind, hear this, feel it, don’t it hurt.
There is some meaning, much… the colored blurs speak of confusion yet reek with meaning. Hope found as was started.
Inner turmoil let out, see the colors how the flow, see the shapes how the take form and define a heart, two hearts, and what’s in them, as what happened…
The picture changes with the wind, the wall marked with the force of uncontrollable elements...
Colors, many colors… make shape, made whole, and brought to life, brought into form.
Colors on a wall, still a blur always twirling always spinning, sometimes taking shape, other times just swirling into nothing. It has meaning now, it is the colors life paints…
The artists hand always has control, yet is painted as it goes, never letting up always keeping up, always with its loving hand guiding the colored blurs on the wall…
Open your eyes can the blurs of colors be Seen?
Colors many Colors with no direction nor definition; just blurs of half completed thoughts…
The picture was started… reverse… the picture has meaning… back up… You’ve done too much…
The splashes on the wall, with defining edges that tried to make a shape of the unfocused picture which started yet tripped…
Colors on the wall have heart yet its incomplete elegance has an un touched pain.
It doesn’t make sense it doesn’t sync.
Just a blur of emotion and pictures let out on canvas…
Colorful blurs that mark depth, unseen desires, unheard words, images take shape as they unfold…
A heart shaped box, an unwound ball of twine, pins and needles, scars, tears, joy,
Music boxes, sheet music, note pads with no words, note pads with words, a person singing, a person laughing, clouds, shadows, fear, jumping, embracement, falling, stopping, confusion, walls built, walls being taken down…
Words lots of words some in phrases others left alone also mark this ball colored blurs…
Ecstasy, loves confusion, passion, beauty, smiles, sleep, dreams, don’t, do, please know, please let, stop telling, start letting, read my mind, hear this, feel it, don’t it hurt.
There is some meaning, much… the colored blurs speak of confusion yet reek with meaning. Hope found as was started.
Inner turmoil let out, see the colors how the flow, see the shapes how the take form and define a heart, two hearts, and what’s in them, as what happened…
The picture changes with the wind, the wall marked with the force of uncontrollable elements...
Colors, many colors… make shape, made whole, and brought to life, brought into form.
Colors on a wall, still a blur always twirling always spinning, sometimes taking shape, other times just swirling into nothing. It has meaning now, it is the colors life paints…
The artists hand always has control, yet is painted as it goes, never letting up always keeping up, always with its loving hand guiding the colored blurs on the wall…
Open your eyes can the blurs of colors be Seen?
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