Nov 2011
Painted
The story played out on cobblestone above the arched stone gave the perfect setting for the dramatic
Poignantly rendered blue it alone should cover a dream that spills and chills like hoarfrost if a kiss ever
Put on the human form she would be it in all loveliness questions bidding an answer would start at her
Feet bow in acquiescence knowing full well that this surly is Isis or a perfect mirror image that strangely
Fell to earth and in her confusion she strolled along the current of time touched unexpectedly the mind
Of the artist that just so happened to be seeking inspiration he had fallen as far as a man could fall from
Favor by mediocre works he had produced of late and then with moon full and the ancient city sleeping
In this quiet where stunning intensity now flashed before his tired eyes his hands began to have the
Movements as he was already painting strains of glory in her soft but burning eyes he was transported
To magical spheres all of nature took on deeper colors rich and vivid and slights of nuances crowded
Everyplace was overflowing the seams of earth seemed it would burst he was a man dying of thirst then
She as a rich free flowing spring danced with a totality of shining water by now he was staggering as his
Head was spinning as he pictured in his mind what he could capture from the goddess from nowhere
But everywhere at the same time it truly was the breaking down of reason to much of an overload for
A common mortal these times are of the rarest occurrence but then the fog in his mind gave a clear view
He realized he was in a deep dream though awake and truth crested and then he knew she was all
Women their beauty and charm was distilled from every girl and women he had ever met some times
You get to close to a subject you allow a diffusing effect what causes it male insecurity ego the male’s
Need to dominate this propensity to undermine whatever it was he challenged it and overthrew it in that
Spell of moon light fantasy now his paint would bring freedom and right blessing to the women he
Painted he stopped looking with a superficial eye but let his soul connect with their soul then from
This truth what wonder filled the canvas it was gripping enthralling everything was the same but now he
Got it possibly the tribulation and repressed sorrow that all experience was bleeding through and it was
Feeding into his streaming efforts of expression anyway he is a renowned painter initials M.L. and a
knowing smile mean anything
The story played out on cobblestone above the arched stone gave the perfect setting for the dramatic
Poignantly rendered blue it alone should cover a dream that spills and chills like hoarfrost if a kiss ever
Put on the human form she would be it in all loveliness questions bidding an answer would start at her
Feet bow in acquiescence knowing full well that this surly is Isis or a perfect mirror image that strangely
Fell to earth and in her confusion she strolled along the current of time touched unexpectedly the mind
Of the artist that just so happened to be seeking inspiration he had fallen as far as a man could fall from
Favor by mediocre works he had produced of late and then with moon full and the ancient city sleeping
In this quiet where stunning intensity now flashed before his tired eyes his hands began to have the
Movements as he was already painting strains of glory in her soft but burning eyes he was transported
To magical spheres all of nature took on deeper colors rich and vivid and slights of nuances crowded
Everyplace was overflowing the seams of earth seemed it would burst he was a man dying of thirst then
She as a rich free flowing spring danced with a totality of shining water by now he was staggering as his
Head was spinning as he pictured in his mind what he could capture from the goddess from nowhere
But everywhere at the same time it truly was the breaking down of reason to much of an overload for
A common mortal these times are of the rarest occurrence but then the fog in his mind gave a clear view
He realized he was in a deep dream though awake and truth crested and then he knew she was all
Women their beauty and charm was distilled from every girl and women he had ever met some times
You get to close to a subject you allow a diffusing effect what causes it male insecurity ego the male’s
Need to dominate this propensity to undermine whatever it was he challenged it and overthrew it in that
Spell of moon light fantasy now his paint would bring freedom and right blessing to the women he
Painted he stopped looking with a superficial eye but let his soul connect with their soul then from
This truth what wonder filled the canvas it was gripping enthralling everything was the same but now he
Got it possibly the tribulation and repressed sorrow that all experience was bleeding through and it was
Feeding into his streaming efforts of expression anyway he is a renowned painter initials M.L. and a
knowing smile mean anything
