Today...been thinking about the past again. Seems the pictures still haunt me...

-Paintings-

Beneath a dust covered blanket
Lie a window to the soul.
A rich kaleidoscope of emotions,
And words of a thousand thoughts
All Blend as one to portray the image of the heart.

Expressions flow, reality distorts
Time stops as the world is at your fingertips.
The tool of creation that so masterfully weaved
By hands that work with undaunted fervor.

Hate, the fuel of anger, the spark of rage
Fill the empty halls and cover bare walls.
Its wrath is dreaded yet so easily abused,
The face of hate ironically painted with such beauty.

Love, so easily portrayed but its meaning so enigmatic
It is painted differently by people everyday,
The fluctuation like the turn of the tides.
Love is so strong that it has the power to blind,
A concealment of its true value,
That which once is found
Even time itself cannot change.

Love and Hate, portraits are painted of them everyday
We yearn for love yet paint hate for others.
Hate and Love cover the walls of our hearts,
etched deeply by the nail of trust.
Scars are but the reminiscence of old paintings
The nails broken off, leaving a buried legacy.

Greatness is not judged by the quality of the works,
But rather it is when you learn to paint love over hate on others
The nails stay for even more paintings....
So, what will you paint?

-Marc
10/12/03

Marcus "Marzipan" Tan last came on 12/10/2003 11:48:00 PM.