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Vanishing Point
The canvas of my life empty,
How I longed for the brush;
To share visions but I could see—
Let my emotion rush
Forward, a testament to all
Of all I held within.
I swore I held an artist’s call—
I wore it like my skin.
I painted light, painted shadow,
And rainbows in the sky.
‘Painted things only I could know
In whispers to the eye…
In lavender, in indigo—
In textures you could feel,
‘Let my imagination flow…
But then, I thought it real.
The scene alive, the shades perfect,
I painted as if spelled.
I see it now, in retrospect,
Still know not what compelled
Those passions to pour out of me—
Those renderings of touch.
I but know now I finally see
What I had lacked so much.
For perspective is everything.
It guides more than the eye,
As a vanishing point might bring
Forth the truth from a lie.
It’s faith in what you cannot see,
Though surely are aware…
And so you paint what has to be,
Instead of what is there.
A master’s touch, though, can’t reshape
The portrait held within:
A silhouette, barren landscape,
The endless price of sin.
The darkness now my surrounding,
Its point I finally see.
The only thing here vanishing
Though, appears, to be me.
Published 11th Jul 2015
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11th Jul 2015 3:24pm
Thank you PoetS, glad I could leave an impression with you. :)
Michael
Michael
11th Jul 2015 3:30pm
if lord byron [&] zdzisław beksiński got together over an opium pipe, this would no doubt be the brainchild of that meeting...
I swore I held an artist’s call—
I wore it like my skin.
I painted light, painted shadow,
And rainbows in the sky.
‘Painted things only I could know
In whispers to the eye…"
^^^^
... i adore your diction, your style your perspective. they meld seamlessly with each write. this sombre reflection resonates deeply with my own state of mind today.
thank you for a wonderful read
I swore I held an artist’s call—
I wore it like my skin.
I painted light, painted shadow,
And rainbows in the sky.
‘Painted things only I could know
In whispers to the eye…"
^^^^
... i adore your diction, your style your perspective. they meld seamlessly with each write. this sombre reflection resonates deeply with my own state of mind today.
thank you for a wonderful read
11th Jul 2015 5:11pm
LOL... would love to be sitting there with Byron and Beksiński. Sharing the opium wouldn't hurt on a day like today either. :) Glad for your adoration, but not so much that you would share this dark mood today. Hugs to you, dear.
Michael
Michael
13th Jul 2015 00:59am
"For perspective is everything."
~very much agree luv.
"It’s faith in what you cannot see,
Though surely are aware…"
~every. single. time.
Speaking lots of truths, I so lovitt when you
go diggin' in the archives of your brain darlin..
miffed a bit that you hv been squattin' with opium tho.. share nxt time, huh? eg
All my loves Michael!
~T
~very much agree luv.
"It’s faith in what you cannot see,
Though surely are aware…"
~every. single. time.
Speaking lots of truths, I so lovitt when you
go diggin' in the archives of your brain darlin..
miffed a bit that you hv been squattin' with opium tho.. share nxt time, huh? eg
All my loves Michael!
~T
13th Jul 2015 2:37am
*kisses love. I do have some insight once in a while... just hate letting it show. people come to expect things of you if they know you possess such. I am a flawed individual, dear..what you truly see in me I will never know. You are the one blessing my life has ever known. i thank God ever day for you. You're not getting my opium though. ;)
All my love, babe.
Michael
All my love, babe.
Michael
