Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Red Dot
it dosen't take much for red to catch the eye and work its magic, Its a simple thing to spy one by one till you see what red mean to you. What realy is red beyorn the word? Who can tell that this red is the same that you see, is it tinted with pink are blue? My red is forever define within my head through my eyes that only can tell that this is this kind of red.
The knowdgle of color lies in the cell of its owner. Puple bloosom bloom knows that it is puple. humming bird red is in the eye of the bird feeding on the wing. Green turning golden yellow these dressing of the trees knows what it is doing in its secret knowdgle of time. All color is divine with its rhyme of timely blooming in sink with the season of feeding. Do clouds know that they are filled with white and grey in their watery float above the land bound and free flying eye on the wing? Such thing are for the poet to tell, they alone seem to care. Color has it own time of knowing the when and why of it present
Monday, October 02, 2006
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Today I wanted to smoke a joint and see what color will come into my head. But i stayed my want for the clear off color red with yellow words and had a bit of Appleton Estate Jamaica run
instead. Art is free to fill your head with its working hung above your bed it wish to fill your waken dream with what is said. Art is free in its need to be seen, to enter your eyes and touch a soul that knows the way that colors goes back and forward to and fro and back again it roll and roll and roll some more. Art of nature is seen everywhere all for free so let this peice do no less
looking for a blue? Look to farther then what your eye can see. here a blue sits for you to see beside a yellow and green. No color is mean to your eyes, they enjoy to be seen by what you can see so take what you will, your eye filled till it seek into your colorful soul and work its magic from toes to nose. Art is a free dealing to behold
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