paintedmusic
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Post by paintedmusic on Jun 4, 2008 19:37:22 GMT -5
A Day in the Life of Me 11.26.07
I while the day away getting drunk on sunshine tears basking in children’s smiles watching da Vinci paint the sunset in bruises (till my vision turns black and blue)
my dreams fill with crescendos scribbled into a flawless masterpiece (of problems and endless Kindergarten mistakes) splashed like giggles through opulent clouds spread like butter through breaded eternity
I breathe in the honeyed shrieks of impish mirth taste bud-blasting spices crushed from tainted purities beating hearts that bleed colors of a winter sunrise dyeing trees in vibrant shades of fire (flaming in a Phoenix rebirth that will occur in seasons to come)
I watch the smile spread in people’s voices looking like music notes floating by mellifluous apples of golden glory
and then, once the day is done, I retreat to my Springtime home of poetry and cry myself to sleep in metaphors and similes all so that, tomorrow, I can do the same
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