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Old 02-22-2013, 03:40 PM   #8
Rawn M.D.
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Default 'A Picture Youth'

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For hours on end the old man lay down on his bed
in soiled sheets, with a stench only his mouth'd compliment
Urine drenched mason jars left ajar for the foul to ferment
lamented tears, n sweat; poured down, scoring his brow and neck.
He lets out a breath...
linseed and aniline, he'd use what they bleed
horse hooves for glue; bristles from their mares, tails n tweed
weighed and graded to fulfill each detail or every need
mixing his paints creating amazing shades, spec to recipe
he lets go off the seeds..
His emotion was focused, as he eased up his easel
passionately prepared his palette; primed, perfect, and peaceful
this masterpiece would be a challenge, given that hes old
memory fleeting, closing his eyes, he torpedoes his ego
rejuvenated, awakened. Fresh blood feeds mosquitoes
The roaches, the fleas, the bees, rats and beetles
no longer mattered, as he stroked the canvas; his keystone
His paintbrush now covered; back-arched staunch faced
reminiscing of his adolescences he starts to paint
memories of skyscraper mountains that reached up parting space
the glare off the windows, the glimmer of gold each shards creates
before the world got so crowded, before agoraphobia and age
before his lower paralysis, the infestations, his rage
he remembered being happy, being proud, being brave
he painted his last masterpiece; his eulogy, his dreaming praise:
'Leaving...Away'
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