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~ GENIUS DIVIDED ~

~ GENIUS DIVIDED ~

I could rehearse, if I only dared
To convey the brushstrokes of nature's paint
With Dali's intent, a canvas most rare
A schizophrenic, artistic, symphonic complaint
One of brightest day, morosely conveyed

Inside of myself, with raging mind
A happiness so sad and set apart
A phantom loss, the snakes rewind
So my pen can't recall, words from the heart
Those of brightest day, locked away in the dark

I could rehearse, If I could but only remember
To match the candle with the colorful sun
But my mind's medication distorts the clever
Where my master insists, the bell be rung
And sudden inspiration, manifests as song
A song which mysteriously, has already been sung

                    Tony Taylor
                     One of my fav's

 

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Bernadete van d...

Salvador would be happy to read this. You gave a brushstroke to his genius.
Great piece of work, Tony. Greetings, B

 

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Tony Taylor

Thank you so much Miss BERNADETTE!!....I've gotten
to the point where I look forward to your thoughts....you
are WAY too kind....and I am ever appreciative!!....Lots
of smiles!!......t xo : )

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Marion

Love the last line Tony...it all reads as if a spell whispered to the night. Hope you are in good  health...good to see you back x

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Tony Taylor

Thanx so much Marion!!...yes....all is well.....and
thank you for taking time with this....sending love!!
......T xo   )

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Syd

Hi Tony,
I hope you're keeping well. I can feel the struggle in this piece but it is so well written. Great flow and rhythm, definitely one of my favourites.

- Syd xo 

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