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Right In Your Ass...
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: Upstate, NY
Posts: 4,617
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Beauty in vibrance, eyes lit, mind drifts,
Beyond the orange hues coursing through horizens,
The poorest fools can find this, spot the star,
That sits on the land till the constant dark,
The rays extend, and offer their gift,
Illumination, like a sage parting his lips,
A sublime mood arrives in time to
settle, let us let go of the plight we ride through,
The sunrays displace the strain of the day,
The effect of orange on the strength of a brain,
While we work though, blue skies glow,
Like the cleanest of the seas, it mutes thy moan,
The birds swim high, the fish fly low,
We linger in between, our big eyes soaked,
Some watch tired, or flying from the gray,
Eyes have red wires lining all the aches,
Smoke surrounds souls, sets fire to a brain,
Green liars keep trying to deny it of its praise,
The circle is complete while they're lying in their grave,
And the grass above sprouts to show tyrants aren't saved,
With the meddlesome yellow sun shining down its rays,
A fellow young yellow shmuch cries about his pain,
Scared to face life, he cuts himself and cries,
The red he sees sets a scene of running from the light,
The desire to die is characterized in blood,
Barely a try to carry his life was done,
All he sees is black, constantly in slumber,
Fitting that his end was the conglomerate of colors,
Others see the opposite, chasing a lights moves,
Only to see the messiah isn't painted a white hue,
But as he dies, another is concieved,
A man sees pink on his lover, and is pleased,
To think of this color makes him wonder of a scene,
Where the brink of the summer drums thunder in the breeze,
And it only gets better because of her bronze skin,
It becomes beyond mention that their loving is constant,
Her brown eyes shout high their needs,
His hazel orbs take him towards their reach,
She casts some words and emits passion's verbs,
"Keep going," as his nose is invaded by lavender,
The senses come full circle in timing,
He feels like a king amongst the purple and violet,
Locked in a gaze, they constantly stare,
As he gets lost in the blonde locks of her hair,
I stay hush, but valid,
A little hue, a visual created with my paintbrush and palette,
I'm an artist, each session taunts the bland,
A sculptor, a musician, a rennessaince man,
A writer, an architect, I've constructed the Earth,
To give each man exactly what they deserve,
It took six days, but I continue to wonder,
And I continue to paint all those beautiful colors...
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I don't mind, not bein' known,
But bein' an example that will only be cloned,
I don't mind, bein' myself,
Even if it holds me from possible wealth...
O.G. Bad Guy
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