In a daze
Myy babies gunshot gaze
Whiiskeded me always.
Through a tear,
...
Oh the breathless wonder
I slather after bathe.
Called of classic pleasure
To me - just delightful endeavor.
...
Unbreakable
Living in a dream.
This façade I have painted.
Purposes of survival.
Every stroke of the brush.
Harshly covering a beautiful canvas.
Canvas of love.
To wash away the paint.
Impossible.
Beneath, lays happiness.
Time flying high.
Don’t care why.
Glad it’s gone.
Wake to sunrise.
Break horizons dawn.
Illuminates red and golden strokes.
Journeys lay deeply above.
Pen in hand.
I will fight.
A painted canvas.
Is a new canvas.
Starved artists hate white.
Written March 12,2007 © Brooklynn