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Paint Drops, Pit Stops and a Mental Mirror Transcendence

Updated on November 13, 2013

I Don't Know

How much of this has been imagined
Maybe it all has
Transparent conclusions
Swept away by a broom 
In a storm of dust

Foggy as it all seems
Slurred together like a drunken word,
Yet it all makes more sense,
Than anything else I've known or heard


In the Absence of All Light

Ive fallen deep within myself again
Tripping over the darkness
Stumbling over paint cans
Kneeling to the ground
Dragging my fingers in trails
Through the dust
To make a sound

Picking up the paint,
Stress escapes me
And thickens the darkness

Unfolding my fingers 
Into a human flesh paint palette
Holding out my hands 
I imagine a paint brush

[Anxious brain
Pounding head 
Positive side effects of negativity
It needs to be stopped,
Bullet brush brain paint] 

I dip the tip into white paint
I dot the darkness with stars in the distance

My hands dip into the paint can
And toss the paint everywhere

Paint drops of all colors
Crash in every direction
Towards the ground

Give it all to not take any more
Save it, serve it
Advertise and deny it
I've fallen into myself again 

Franticly tossing paint
Sketching space
Hold your breath
Unsettling comfort

The dust on the ground forms into a solid black figure
from the feet up,
the figure stretches into the exact shape and size of my body

Pull the trigger

i touch its face and feel my hand on its jaw
reaching my fingers up to cover its eyes

I can't see it anymore
I've become a part of it at it has become apart of me

The galaxy of colors that i've created is spinning around us 
Pulsing into the beat of the same heart
Everything falls into unison
Collapsing into itself  

I grab the head of the figure and press my thumbs into its eyes
Tilting my head backwards, i force my head forward with all of my might
Into its forehead

Spinning trails of colored dust
Clouding conscientiousness

I awake in a confinement of absolute light
Releasing my breath
The struggle for balance continues   



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      Skyler DeCristoforo 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      I love that your all enjoying these so much, its really very flattering. Cheers to more great moments my friends!

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      Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

      Very interesting and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

      Voted up and shared. Enjoy your weekend and looking forward to so many more.


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Loved this a true masterpiece a painting done in words

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      Skyler DeCristoforo 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Thank you! It's my belief that all of our deepest thoughts are beyond ourselves and are very much alive where they are inside our imaginations. Keep dreaming, keep imagining,

      - Skyler

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      Ruby Jean Richert 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Wow, this is amazing and very thought provoking, i'm pondering if this really happened or is it a figment of your imagination? Either way, very deep.