Feature #3 JULY 2012

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On the Edge by MrZero1990 Painting a PicturePainting a picture
Hi there, I wanted to try something new
I would like to paint a picture in your mind
With swift brush strokes of my words as my
Paint.
Before I start take a second and shut your
Eyes and think of something that is bright and beautiful
Something that warms your head to your toes, even
Your soul.
Take a couple of deep soothing breaths in through
Your nose, sit there and focus on that feeling you have
As the cold air rushes through you, calming the
Strom inside.  Breath out now let the dragon
Fly free, let it warm your frozen hands before
We start.
Now before we start we must choose are style
Would you like to paint with big chunky paint brushes
Using all the rich colors to engulf the paper in a fire
Consuming the tiny village as the dark sky billows with the
Black smoke of people crying and pleading for help.
Or would you like to go with some colored pencils
We could draw with all the light and soft colors
Of a cool spring breeze swishing through the
Golden l
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I paint the Universe with the ink set of imagination
And the charcoal sticks of memory,
Then flip it upside down and the wrong way round
And let it snag into focus-
On my sleeping synapses, the branches of the Inspiration Tree .
In my ivory skull-box of random echoes,  
Every melody, every voice, is re-written and rescored,
For a symphony of electricity, crisscrossing nerves ,
And running down, like liquid lightning
Into the ears of the dormant soul.
Here, this is that part of my chaotic desk
Where I re-write physics to suit myself,
Redesign monsters and angels to my own specifications
Until the lines between them are blurred out of recognition.
In this drawer, I keep my nightmares
Under layers of fine, crinkled tissue paper, bound with laughter
And interspersed with the dead bodies of silk butterflies
This rack, here, holds the satin ribbons and velvet strings
Of the slipping, crackling madnesses that only come out when I call
And t
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A lilting melody of unceasing piano keys,
Ivory and ebony,
Strong fingers gliding over and confirming each note,
Each decision,
Each choice,
Each fragile thread of my fate.
         (My red string keeps tangling and I know not where to find you,
         If you are flesh and blood,
         If you are merely an apparition
              –a figure sprung from a crack–
         If you are blind and I am certain.)
But your harmony should fit like a glove,
Never wavering or distorting.
Our cadence should melt away into the black and white sheets.
There should be no caesura of uncertainty,
No poised conductor,
Only the endlessness of Corelli's synchronization.
        
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InsaneKane87's avatar
I love seeing these features, time for another fav spree!