It's strange
how dark
come's from
light
on
the diamond
path it come's
from sight.
THE SITTER For Vincent Blue and golden, red and brown your flesh color shines through. Translucent like those piercing eyes that look from you. Vincent this is for you, my painted words. I hope this shows you in a light That you are used to, Van Gogh Van Goff how we pronounce is Nothing to do with you, the light Encircles your eyes like Pools of water you seen through A spyrol of existence, shining you. I want to paint your picture but In words. I hope I can do you justice Like the pleasure you gave to me. Tone and tone on shadow like you Used to portray, this is not a canvas Just a clean white space filled with Strokes from a brush stroked blue. I have no memory of my own so You will have to do, dead I hope You don’t mind being the sitter.
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ReplyDeleteReturn to the uncarved block, infancy.
My words are easy to understand
It acts without a name, flowing like
Water, following your own nature
Deep, deep, deep to the gateway
Of subtle illumination. Don’t cling to
Your body’s woes, crippled becomes
Whole. Egoless ego cultivates end-
Less energy to rise fall and stand
Beyond dark wonder.
Nature’s way moves on through dark
Vision, what was will be and what will
Be was, opposites attract. Gold can’t
Be guarded, fulfill within, wars famine
Great victory is a funeral, the bright road
Seems dark in wreathed smiles, clay is
The word and clay is the flesh.
Empty words go back to nothing, magnificent
Scenery remains still, drop drops like stone.
Good words leave no trace in the intangible
Essence, know when to stop, hold your ground.
Empty vessels and blunt weapons fade away.
A violent man does not die a natural death.
Held loss harms nothing, stand by your word
No more sorrow, no self.