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.