General Poetry posted January 27, 2008


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A parable in my life.

RePainting

by Mike K2

I had a beautiful
impressionist work;
a beautiful lady in
lace, with a parasol
in a middle of a glowing
field. Her fair skin had
a beautiful smile with dimples
and her graceful hand held
a robin that was singing.

Just a hint of a gentle
wind, blowing a swirl
in all of it variegated
splendor of colour. I was
complimented by everyone
but you.

The consummate artist you proclaimed
to be, she now sat as a hooded robed
figure, with the sunken eyes of a
decomposing skull. The robin was resting
dead in her hand; squeezed, the
dried blood turned a dingy brown.
It looked like the aftermath of a
forest fire, a mud pit of a path
with only a rising from it for
a pedestal. Five minutes and done.

You exclaimed! "That is how it
should have been done, dead from
the start! Your foolish endeavors
that enter into your heart! You're
a nice guy where did it get you!
I won't be satisfied, until you're
like me all the way through.

Disgraced, though I am, it turns out
you were the only one who enjoys this
reworked painting.
Broken, I left and
 sulked, prayed and bulked. Weary,
 lonely and broke  wondering if I should
 be tying up a rope

 
Only God, is the only one that pushes
me, or puts his hand on my shoulder
to show me what I should see. 

I will take this canvas away from you,
with my labors not affected by what
you do. I will restore it, if I have to crush
my own pigments from stone and use
the plasma from my blood for a vehicle,
 for a beautiful new and brighter painting
 for my home.

I should have thought more thoroughly
before trusting a man with cataracts.
Not in your company, will this more
beautiful and sparkling version
be created. I never paint my treasures
for myself but for someone beautiful so
that, the one I fear the most, "God,"  will
receive pleasure out of my undertakings.

Your paintings of life are 
undertakings only for yourself.




Thank you jdbjd123 for the use of your painting. I am using this to represent a transition of a painting going back into color.

This may be a bit confusing, but it is about a business man. My father was involved in politics and I met two kinds. The first identified that as businessmen and love telling people of the weight they through around. Deals mad, profits gained. My father and myself hosted a fundraiser and one of these men walked around and told everybody that he brought all of these people, the success of this fundraiser was because of him. he received the extra tickets because other businessmen told me they wanted them and decided that they should be given, free of the agreed upon charge. I politely followed him and when he was done patting himself on the back, I introduced myself as a host and explained to everyone that he received those tickets paid for by the hosts. I despise liars and will not let my father suffer an injustice. The people are wholeheartedly disingenuous and enjoy throwing around the weight the perceive they have.

I met another type of business man and I will tell you how I know them, they introduced themselves as Bob, Bill, Joe, etc. I was always amazed that they liked talking to me and had only words of encouragement. I found out who they were by someone else walking up to me and saying, "Oh my God! That was so and so, do you know who he is? They would proceed to tell me and they were multi-millionaires and very successful in their business endeavors. In a way I resented this as these businessmen had the stories that I would have love to have heard. Being in this fine company, maybe they could have had a couple suggestions or a little support to help my endeavors out. I tracked them and found a certain benevolence and character that they had. These are the people that set the example that I try to follow, these people always enjoy life and what they have, as well what it can offer irrespective of wealth. I walked up and asked them what they saw in me and they said that they enjoyed my spirit or I had done things that they always wanted to do, but were either too afraid or it didn't cross their mind when they could have done it. These people are successful because of the uniqueness and also enjoy that various aspects found in other people.

With the former I describe, it is like surrendering to the Nazi's, "Tell them, 'Nuts!'"

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