colored lines

a feast for the eyes,

but only four colors,

yellow, green, red and blue.

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orange

a face in orange,

white lightning in green,

branches black,

hold the flowers off the ground.

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elves and hyenas

an elf and a hyena,

and a tongue stuck out,

unsure what this painting is trying to say,

the secret maybe hidden behind the mask,

or is it only a bag.

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unreal

the masks removed,

a primeval scream for the man in the corner,

while pieces of reality try to rearrange,

a puzzle needing to be put together,

nervously I stare at the painting,

waiting for it all to be resolved.

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blue flowers

lilacs on the page,

imagine the smell,

like old lady perfume.

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lines

yellow lines,

with rats crawling on blue.

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love

superhero and the girl,

will they ever marry?

or maybe she is just asking for an autograph,

is that a purple priest from ancient times?

waiting for a proposal . . .

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map

map of the city,

with interstate,

and gravel roads.

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coal miner

coal miner,

or ghost,

the eyes,

not angry,

the smile warm.

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birds

blue  birds on bush,

gathered before the storm,

enjoying the warmth of the summertime sun.

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a tangled mess

a tangled mess,

string and lights,

or flowers,

purple and yellow.

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dandelions

dandelions,

beautiful,

and good to eat.

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butterfly

butterfly and hearts,

resting on a frog,

or maybe just colors upon the page.

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the road

the road ends at the river,

anti-climatic to say the least,

at a crossroads,

the nerves begin.

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tree

tree with blossoms,

yellow and green,

a promise for the future,

unfulfilled.

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memories

her beauty remembered,

melting on the page,

details sketchy at best.

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energy

power station across the river,

creating energy,

yet driving all the fish away.

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colors

colors fight the smog upon the page,

hoping to brighten the page,

and viewers day.

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the creatures unite,

unsure of what they all believe,

no action taken,

existing in limbo,

united in their non-action.

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seven

the number seven,

or in the upper corner,

a sinner's head bowed in prayer.

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stars

stars flee,

as the sun attacks the earth,

and the universe,

watches in awe.

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mountains

blue men in suits of green,

wait for their turn,

to ride down the mountain,

before the rains begin.

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clutter

superheroes and ghost animals,

fight  for space in the mind,

cowboys hats,

and fishing memories,

dancing through time.

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trustworthy

he professes peace,

but his aura is of war,

swimming in blood.

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a choir

choir singing,

of horses,

and cowboys,

and cavemen.

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eye and nose

faces fight for space upon the page,

a nose,

and an eye,

and a half smile.

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underground

roots underground,

dank and dark,

but beautiful,

even to the old at heart.

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strange vibes

strange vibes from the guy in the corner,

while others contemplate their lives,

signs spell out the future,

unreadable with eyes closed to the horizon.

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symbols collide

symbols collide,

and textures evolve,

life changes country to country,

and town to town.

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lights

lights by the foul poles,

telling fans when to cheer,

as ignorance spreads across the land.

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celebration

a celebration,

with a picnic,

and a parade,

full of color and noise,

so America.

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fence posts

blue fence posts,

or three crosses buried in the ground,

painted black and blue,

and keeping back the chaos.

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a rat

a rat hunting for cheese,

on the head of dog,

wearing a mask,

to hide his identity.

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a barn

a barn,

or some railroad cars,

hard to tell for sure,

but pretty in the afternoon sun.

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under attack

a flower under attack,

insects lay siege,

the flower their new country,

for the chosen few.

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a story

a story told,

a circle at a time,

hard to follow,

any time of the year.

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the fourth

fireworks,

stars and stripes,

and red, white,

and blue,

tradition endangered,

as temperatures rise,

all across July.

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poles in the sun

poles in the sun,

with shadows on the ground,

the river high,

with melting snow.

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blue eyes

 blue eyes staring,

cold as ice,

unknown his crime,

or circumstance,

I only wanted to be freed from his gaze.

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dancing eye

 a dancing eye,

keeping time to the music,

as shivers run down my spine.

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