A painting having an abstract background theme
Words of blend and coordination being the painting story
The word contrast being what was constructed within
Once you look at the painting your journey will begin
Words in showing the brightness of the sun
Centuries on earth living and still being among
Clouds overcasting mountains
Waterfalls dripping as shooting moving fountains
Beauty as the skies with the color of light blue
Today is a new day that one must pursue
The character in what the painting possess
One last chance to grasp and catch your breath
The feeling in how vision of the painting that is captured in words
What’s in the heart but is remembered in the mind
The painting having a touch with a very classy wine
Painting words with no need to say a word
Just observe and you will be the word in heard.

The era of cosmic youth .....              
Photons creating cosmic passion …
Quantum travel through milky way ,
Searching  God's Particle, my lost soul.      
Love on quantum time travel …
Tender eyes projecting quantum  gravity,
Gentle heart   transforms mass to energy,
like the beauty transforms the aversion in my heart to adoration.
Sun shines because it seeks amorous affection .      
My passion is the pattern of god's Particle on
Grandfather gravity and  3D/5D  quantum time .
Ignites my every desire through my 'Cerebral  Zone' .
Travel through the cosmos , across world lines ,
A high-tech earth with out war and map ,
A vision of  one universe .
Evolving the edge of youth love & science .

Blue green and crimson red,
let them fall on the rainbow bed

Let them mix with porcelain dreams
In baskets of fruits and apples of screams
In touches of the maiden white
Running through streets in skirts

And spill them on the walls
And spill them on the greens
Let this be Satan's Rainbow Quarantine

Let this be life
in a beautiful dream.

You and I were impossible
An equation
With no resolution
A drop of rain
In the desert
We were impossible
Like the sight of snow
Over the ocean
Beautiful but
A natural impossibility
You and me
We could not have come closer to being
One
Possible equation
Everything screamed at me to hold on to you
While
Every fiber of your being roared to get away
And I don't want to chase you around
My mind is in quarantine
All the smiles you gave me are under lock and key
They way you looked at me is buried deep
In the corner of the prison my heart created for moments like this
It hurts too much to be betrayed and you cannot roam freely in my head
What is one more cell in my prison-clad heart
Everything is hidden or taken away from me
My heart knows I am too emotional
I cannot stand the memories without crumbling
Although you bring colours in my world of darkness
When you invade my mind all is stained of your departure

Words and letters are written on walls
Some as vandalization others as messages
Words and letters are written on walls

Words and sentences are written on billboards
Some serve as advertising others to arouse awareness
Words and sentences are written on billboards

Words and paragraphs are written on my brain
Some serve as inspiration others to support guidance
Words and paragraphs are written on my brain

Words are the weapons I use in a society that controls my image
Words are the only thing that can divide me from being ghetto or educated
My words are the only thing that I can vouch for like my *****
My words are the root of the intelligence that propels this sentence
Letters in my words stand close to each other eager to make a statement
If I do not show my words, my letters of cheerfulness begin to fade away

Sentences are the compound of the mind that begs to be understood
Sentences are made up of a tyranny chained down by a trendsetters mood
My sentences contain verbs, nouns, adjectives and subjects that explain a lost purpose
My sentences define the meaning of an ironical imagery that leads me to dream
Sentences paint a picture that any blind character can see
If I do not paint my sentences how will I ever show my brains art gallery

Picasso used the paint brush to express his moods and feelings on a canvas
Shakespeare and Allan Poe used ink to utter their thoughts on a sheet of paper
Somewhere in my mind the collision of words and paint occurred
Where I fused the essence of writing with the masterfulness of painting
My words and sentences have met a significant other called paint
Paint and words are my new best friend

Paint and brushes are splattered and used upon walls
Some are called vandalization while they represent artistic skills
Paint and brushes are splattered and used upon walls

Paint and words are written on subways
So the eyes of the young and old can see the traveling message
Paint and words are written on subways

Paint and words smack up at my face
So that the world sees who conveys this message
Paint and words smack up at my face

Paint gives visual to what words cannot picture
My Paint serves as a method of expressing the mind’s tears and smiles
My Paint becomes a tour guide through the loops of divine wonders
Paint is just a stepping stone to the magnificent path of beauty

A brush is just a brush depending on who holds it
A brush is like the keyboard I constantly battle with to unleash my mind
A brush can combine negativity and positivity and make peace
A brush unites celibate beliefs with those whom are perverse
Words and sentences along with paint and brushes help explain my motive

Jonathan Pizarro
Lost Cause © 2011
April 17th, 2011

If you were nineteen acts of my Broadway classic,

I would pause time to watch you make me proud,

And scribble poems on backstage passes,

On a different day, In a different crowd.


But When the notes are changing now,

On grand pianos of mice and men,

You’d still find me writing another verse,

On a different day, With a different pen.


Yet Beware the ides of march they say,

Even as they feast on your incredible smile,

But beyond the journeys of lost tenses

There will always remain another mile.