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Dec 26, 2008
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- The Colors of a Life -
The colors of a life are
ever changing into things
that at times is inexplicable,
You start out with a collage of
colors that seem sublime,
surging and changing at any
given moment,
Across a spectrum of emotions
unknown or discernible by a blank
Imagination,
Suddenly with no apparent reason
the colors begin to separate into
different factions, blue, yellow, red,
green, violet, and black,
Life has taken on a new perspective
and the blank imagination begins to
create the beauty it has lost,
The attempt is to no avail, that which
was created from simplicity can not
be captured,
The imagination runs wild, but all it
does is turn simplicity into that which
is complicated,
Different shades begin to infiltrate and
paint the imagination with their thoughts
or self realizations,
Yet even more complicating the true colors
of your beginnings, losing your true self
identity,
To those ideas imposed from outside of
your spectrum of colors, ever slowly
losing that which is truly you,
The rest of your life is spend trying to find
that which is missing from your aura of
sublime uniqueness,
This is why you can not help, but watch
the birth of the aurora, which calls you to
your beginning,
The colors of life are few, but the shades are
endless. We must learn to use that which is
present at any given time, its how we grow.
ever changing into things
that at times is inexplicable,
You start out with a collage of
colors that seem sublime,
surging and changing at any
given moment,
Across a spectrum of emotions
unknown or discernible by a blank
Imagination,
Suddenly with no apparent reason
the colors begin to separate into
different factions, blue, yellow, red,
green, violet, and black,
Life has taken on a new perspective
and the blank imagination begins to
create the beauty it has lost,
The attempt is to no avail, that which
was created from simplicity can not
be captured,
The imagination runs wild, but all it
does is turn simplicity into that which
is complicated,
Different shades begin to infiltrate and
paint the imagination with their thoughts
or self realizations,
Yet even more complicating the true colors
of your beginnings, losing your true self
identity,
To those ideas imposed from outside of
your spectrum of colors, ever slowly
losing that which is truly you,
The rest of your life is spend trying to find
that which is missing from your aura of
sublime uniqueness,
This is why you can not help, but watch
the birth of the aurora, which calls you to
your beginning,
The colors of life are few, but the shades are
endless. We must learn to use that which is
present at any given time, its how we grow.
— Eduardo Cruz, Dec 26, 2008
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Barbara Writes
17 years 5 months ago
Eddie
Eduardo Cruz
17 years 5 months ago
Barbara,