Life’s Painter


 

Thoughts are like colors

Grayer than strange

More absurd than dark blue

Bloodier than deep red

 

Thoughts guide fingers

Though the hand forms the curve

The eyes behold all the beauty

Stars and sun over the rainbow

 

Life’s Painter tells the tale

Of joy and pain

Yet all joy is not happiness

Pain forms a kind of death

 

Frayed bristles are of a frayed mind

Overexposed is overused

For some, a baptism is once

The alcoholic needs to dry

 

Then splatter, if he must

And call life art

Precision brings best decisions

Clean and neat shows control

 

The canvas on display

If he is so lucky

Value placed on his life

What a bargain

 

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