Waves Of Emotions

Here i am on the beach watching waves,

crashing on the rock i sit on, all so brave

The pattern on the ocean, I lose myself in,

but the place i find myself within,

It's calming and soothes me,
The Ocean is a beautiful thing,

sometimes it is the most inspiring,

Here i am, On my rock

the least bit concerned about the arms on the clock

Waves ripping through the reef,

Here is where i let go of my greif.

Here thoughs run through my mind,

When i leave here, they are left behind.

Washed away with every wave,

nothing will be saved.

The ocean is in my blood.

a place in my heart it has dug.

The Painter.

Paint Stainned Overalls
Paint Brushes in back pockets.

Got to find a plain white canvas

to paint the colours of a new project.
fluoresants of yellow, pink and orange.

With every colourful stroke,

gaining more and more hope,

Layers of colours all so beautiful and bright,

add up too suddenly

My Painting becoming something i never thought would be,

Beautiful Bright Colours of Green and Blue.

Turning into Blacks and Greys.

Like a wet painting left out in the rain.

Colours streaking down the smooth white surface,

washed away with all the rest.

You couldn't compare to Van Gogh, Da Vinci or Picasso,
the way you painted I couldn't let go

You were my favorite painter whose brush strokes gave up too quickly
leaving me standing, an unfinished painting
never to see a frame or a wall.

The only finished project you have,

Is the New stains, on your

Paint Covered Overalls.