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Paint a Picture No. 2
July 24, 2014 in Uncategorized
Signs of the world ending, come in the most simplest of forms, yet hold the most powerful elements within.
Earth will shatter, breaking as easy as a thin plate of glass, plants withering away, once dark ground is painted in flames of terror and gore. Hell breaks through. All sins, fears, evils, and demons leap about, in the form of the devil.
But as the earth breaks, as does, the heavens of the skies. Goose wings spread longingly through the open air. A fair skin, kind eye, tender being, baring silk linin cloths of hues of blue and tinted bright orange, flows as a flake found only in the coldness, playful, soft gale of snow in the dead of winter.
In rare moments one of heaven and hell ever dare enter the lands of the living. Let alone, at the same time. Those moments are easy to tell. You could painfully laugh for no reason. Sleep peacefully with salty tears staining your face in the middle of the night. Finding death a passion and living a joke.
All things in life, within inches of the fine, fragile, lonesome, pale red, line of a balance.
How could this happen is question that has the most baffling answer. Every so often, a soul will wander the lands of living, fainted with smells of youthful lilies, feather-like skin of white, curly locks of short bourbon red, eyes peaceful yet empty incasing all before them in a deep mindset, and forever unknowing that small being will have to leave this world of ours.
Only out of thin air, unfamiliar fingers will graze the skin of the youngling, leaving small lines of warm, iron incented, sore rosy lines etching through his being.
Unclear noises of giggles and cries leave those frail lips. Echoes of faulty, yet, sweet words reach his ears.
Leaving, the child, unsure if it is, to follow, the warm, immoral, bitter, hazy world of Hell. Or let the mother-like, kind full, noble, salve, elite realm that is known as Heaven.
An endless . . . fruitless . . . nerving . . . pointless battle, which, will never end, even when, the sands of time do.
Angel and Devil fight for soul of child by Giacinto Gimignani
Made around the first half of 17th century
Location of where painted; Rome, Italy
Paint a Picture No. 1
July 24, 2014 in Uncategorized
At the stroke of midnight, as the small town sleeps. A poor aging man plays a tuneless tune that was soft, caring, wistful, and fragile of only body man could call love. Playing endlessly until morning without stopping, to where his fingers are blistered and garish raw red from playing.
Having little and to nothing, but thin wears of clothing, keeping him, warm on the coldest nights. With his back laying heavily on the stone, cold, rough plaster walls of the building of where he sleeps.
Once thick and dark hair now faded to a ghostly white of thin transparent of twine. Eyes, once full, of endless goodness; as well, slowly drifted into grays of blindness and heedless. Only having, the fainted, memories of his love, guiding him, thoughtfully through, the harshness of life, itself.
Skin of white snow tinted with blue hues of dying, with wiry veins souring with copper and iron. Lacks of muscles hold the skin in place, having the rifts of fleshly folds sunken his face more.
Lingering smells danced upon his skin, masking in an odor of soiled dirt that he sat in every night, sweet bread and milk of meals past, fine oak from the very thing that kept his heart pumping and soul begging to come true. Oh, how he wished for her return. But leaving the heavens never seemed easy as others say.
If not for how he become then, he would have never found his love. In following years to come, on the corner of the street where a man of blue played through the starry nights of cool seasons, many can still hear his tuneless oak guitar strum the last notes as the winds fly by. As a reminder to hold dears one close, for who knows, when they are gone the next.
The Old Guitarist by Pablo Picasso
Made in the year 1903
Location of where painted; Barcelona, Spain
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/bc/Old_guitarist_chicago.jpg
