A Sorta, Kinda, Painting
In ruthless hours pondering.
In feverish frenzy awakened.
In terrible turmoil ; aboil with the news of a new flame.
A lone blue set ablaze on canvas.
Wondering, whispering whether it will be it's last.
Strike with it red ! A blow to it's heart !
Blue wilts.
As suddenly, forest green strikes in ! A chord of truth it is.
Natures retaliator !
In seeps a ochre, fading, abounding, into a bright cadmium yellow !
The colors are allight with fuel, passion!
A light orange trudges it's path by the others. Looking and passing.
It knows it's course.
On the heels of the orange a magenta flies through, the yellow gasps in fright.
It's domination is at hand !
As the red and blue exchange blows :
As the yellow and green strive to make love :
A darkness creeps in.
A nightfall.
In seeps ivory black, infringing upon the essence of the other colors.
It hypnotizes, calms, and pulls down the other colors into it's grasp.
It feeds on the canvas, devouring it's shapes ;
pulls them into it's shadows !
In this angry twirl the color's bond, mate, and new shades are born.
Some only to die.
Somewhere in the battle forms reveal and conceal themselves.
To live, then die.
Turns are taken, and the music begins to ring clear !
The evolution has begun, out of nothing erupts something !
And it screams it's song !
All in the wake of a never ending chorus of color.
Hear the music.
God is invincible in this place.
God is hope.
God is the artist.
God is you - painter !