Saturday, May 30, 2009

Black Paint...

Look through tears as your past echoes with laughter taunting all you held as mine

Such a pretty portrait painted of yourself lacking all shadows and straight flowing lines

The blank spots on the tapestry a necessary reminder that your truth is incomplete

Lest the boundaries of your life be torn and past and future compete

But so discreetly whisper the poison born from experience driven delusion

Until the very smiles you've worn tatter to empty wide eyed confusion

As you look around at your world made sober, laughter coming faint

What will you do with emptiness made over? Walls worn with black paint...

1 comment:

  1. wow! Dear Asa, your work is amazing! I read this one over a million times! Your words are so dark and mysterious yet still seem to bring light to a dim world! Im reminded of the words to the Fugee's song "killing me softly":
    "strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words, killing me softly with song, killing me softly.... with his song telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song!!!!"
    i feel as if every word you write was written for me! lol thank you for the beautiful art you create!

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