The Colors Go On
Orange that blends, twist, turns
With the subtle flavors of explosion.
The rowdy, piping yet natural integrity
Youth personified, was that once.
Purple seeking from the hillsides of
Dirty dessert towns, a relief
In the center of the dull.
In the minutes of monotonous movements
My purple flys free.
Dark forest green, signify of fertility
Sprinkles in my offspring,
Laying seeds for the wilderness
Story, my Progeny.
Red spills out with confrontation
For the hat filling the world
Ignorance flash’s the red in disatrious
Tounge, cheeky slurs after too many pints.
Or rash reaction to the trolls hiding under
Humanity’s bridge of language.
Red controls me for minutes now,
Once for years. One day only for seconds.
Blue breaths moisture to the all life
In a form of active listening, comparison
I strive for more blue days.
Paint with a palate of existence,
Whatever emerges will be hung on the walls, all that look upon it shall judge or hopefully describe with an open heart and honest words, wouldn’t that be nice.