Painted conversation-By Justin Lee LaFon
Poetry of the Chosen
If I could paint a picture I'd rather not have me do it, if I paint it wrong it can last to only what I was pursuing. I want you to have that understanding, that colors I find are just a mess, and life inside,is like picking pieces of other colors offered off the ground and speaking them with my breath. but did the best I could, black and white defines the times that I might have overlooked, it makes me rush to look for colors they might of understood I speak what they wanna see because I know just what their thinking, a color spoken on the page , unspoken thoughts misunderstood that the mind has not forsaken
The face says it don't belong That makes you look for better paintings,I feel the color and empathize the lines I thought I'm only tracing, I thought that they would recognize the colors we try to stop from fading, when I speak the words i spoke to you, its ironic ,that what is honest, isn't what is wanted in a painting,after all problems solved,it's time that you can blame me,after all its what I saw in the picture I thought was hanging.
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