Did you see the pictures in my head?
Would I sqeeze some kindness from a stone?
Can you see the times and seasons ahead?
Will you keep to your starting tone?
I thought you walked like I want my love;
You were easy on the senses,
You could paint a dragon like a dove,
Your words would work on sandy fences.
This beauty bites and stings,
Fiends in the shadows of friends;
The hidden rots and stinks,
But smells like peculiar blends.
Who would not adore your paintings?
A way to the slaughter brings smiles;
I was once at ease with perilous faintings,
You longed for an inch and got miles.
You feast on nature like a pest,
You made poisonous beauty from crumbs,
A star rises from the west,
His light like beats of African drums.
Who would love a field of tombs?
Who could frown at a garden of bright flowers?
Who eyes you with hatred from the womb?
Who would be mocking in your dark hours?
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A master with words! That's you! Thanks for penning this magnificent poem my brother!