The world and it’s honest colors —
Black shade that causes one to shutter, stutter and then buffer…
Makes me just wonder, what other?
The electromagnetic energy, and the cool blues that reside in the waters.
The red fleshed blood from my wrists that were slaughtered…
And the white that glimmers, in the sun, when all things appear brighter than yellow.
The colors are aesthetic, I see totality.
The shades are smooth, I see formality.
But the colors are deep, I see brutality.
So I wander with sheep, because I seek normality.
But I always wonder, what heaven could be, I wish I can just see.
It is the meaning I seek, in this flesh.
The colors shall mesh.
It is what’s best.