Paintings.

The stroke of the brush. I remember talking about it in a hush. This blank covered canvas fill with soul. The glow of it, like a go of it nothing makes you feel more whole. Daydreaming. Slate cleaning. I've been dreading my demise as I look to the skies for help. Cause I been struck by the demons in disguise of someone who wants something more from me then just they self. "What is one of your biggest fantasies?" To paint a mural with a thousand words so they can see. Hopefully they can read only five hundred of them and believe. In me, that I maybe blind but words can make you see everything. Separate myself from the world for a second. I know I'm not number one in some people lives, to some I'm not even number two. I just want that respect for when my smile come through. It takes more than strength to go through what I walk through. I'm in no rush to get through it as my faith see Jesus walking too. How many poetic lines have I wrote through the times? How many dreams have I had where I seen things and scream? Oh you know the answer to them questions based on how many times I post a poem and you read. Back when I first started this they all said I preached. Years later they still say it only difference is the level of intelligence I've reached. Where was I ever going with the title paintings? I'll tell you later. It's better that way. It's better to say that because the impatience you seem to pay. Well with your last few dollars I can bring a few cheap things out to be laid. You say okay not wondering what's about to be brought to your face. Then I bring out attention, patience, a sense of thought and adventure, humor, creativity and sense of wonder with all of the expenses paid. If you decided to pick anything you can pick up the admiration of the way I can change this place. Just for you. Each and every part of you. I've shaded in each and every hue. Cause if you read that life has beaten me purple you'll understand why am I so blue. I'm to dark and proud to be yellow anymore. Stand up and take a beaten this brown kid has said even though he was a little sore. I'm sick but making money is the only way on me you'll see green. Who would've thought that heartbreak would be a thing. Aren't you gonna ask me how was my day? I know I probably used this pun before but you didn't ask because you read the expression on my face. In one take my arms tired this don't need a fixture. I put my heart in it to make a painted perfect picture look like a picture perfect painting when this painting is worth a thousand pictures.