An Ode to Paint

Recently I blogged about painting my bedroom.

Here, I explain how that is going:

Oh walls of white,
mock me not
Don't lie!
you want the paint!

Oh brush so fuzzy
I thought you loved me.
Why won't you do your job?
Paint : on wall

Oh screwed up paint job
can you be fixed?
no longer do I care
how nice you look

just please.
come out one color
*cries*

Here is a photo of step one. The step that went well. this is the wall with the tinted primer on. And although we took photos of the screwed up mess step two turned out to be, I won;t be posting them LOL

Winter Blah's

This sites been pretty boring of late, hasn't it? Haven;t had the time or inclination to write much of anything. I need to be in a dark place to write, and I don;t mena lighting. I can't seem to write happy cheerfull things, even though I've been happier this week then I have the past year.

I really want summer to come back. I'm very tired of being inside all the time. I guess we could all go out, but dressing all the kids and then undressing again? Eh, it's not worth it, is it? I keep having dreams of sunshiny weather and then it's so hard when i wake up to pitch black and snow.

I guess winter is almost over, if you really think about it. It's almost February, which means only two more months of cold and snow and then it wills tart to warm again. I hope!


Summer kisses on the breeze
Bluebells whisper in my ear
Bright hot sun warms my skin

Butterflies flit across the sky
ladybirds dance with spots in their eyes
heaven is here this meadow of effulgence

And then I awaken
Dreams torn by the sound of a bell
It's morning time, and colder then hell

Slower Traffic to the Left

Bad Sunday drivers!
When you drive in front of me,
gas is on the left!

I'm In a hurry!
With you, the turltle would win.
Get out of my way!

I'm yelling at you!
What? They can't hear me in there?
Of course they can!

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Sad. Tears. Need.
Wanting, Reaching.
Alone. Dark. Fear.
*
Laughing, Singing
Smile. Hope. Love.
Freedom, Comfort.

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Life in Question

if the world were to stop turning,
who would care?
if the sky were falling,
would you just sit and watch?
if the oceans dried up,
where would flipper live?

what if there was no man on earth?
no stars in the sky?
no grass at our feet?
nhat if the Sun and Moon got married?

if we can't stick together,
are we doomed to fall apart?
and if we can't procreate,
don't we all die?
if we are damned to face tommorrow.
what questions should we ask?

what if the rains came only on Sunday?
or didn't come at all?
what if the past was gone?
the future bleak?

if the only right question is two plus two,
then can we know what is right from wrong?
are we better off dead,
since we can't live together?
if war is our faith,
what can be our hope?

why is the sky blue?
the grass green?
should it not be bathed in blood?
why must the bad ones always win?

how can we survive,
submurged in hate?
if our saviour were to come,
would we know it was he?
how can the hour have meaning,
when the minutes are spent?

why do we hurt the ones we love?
why do we help the ones we hate?
why do we feel the way we do?
why should I care?
Copyright @ 2007 by Bluepaintred

Psychotic Rambling

the black moon has covered the face of the sky.
the lines of tide have broken.
earth has been reborn unto a world of perverse dementia.
we are alone unto another,
alone; within the crowd.
we shall all be
dead within a beating heart

there is no future for the lost children.
the line of tides has broken.
the cars pass by,
no worries.
faceless monsters plague us in our sleep.
we shall rise again
and play with the taken.

the sun is on fire
moon is no longer the romantic.
garish the life of the dead is,
and it is all we have now.
to it we must bow, repenting.
we have become.
the measureless room.

our confusion reigns.
our souls have disclosed the secrets
of life, of death
of a past when there was no future.
we are alone.
caught in the trap we have all woven with out hatred.
we are the dead
seeking life,
again.

cannot the calm rage
sought in this land be freed?
the gloom hisses
beast, monster; Human.
we cannot
see.
the portal has been opened
we don't digress the land and time.
we die.

soon, the end will be seen.
we take off the glasses.
no longer rose colored,
is it?
we cannot help
each other.
dark death brightly lit
by the candle on the alter.

if the path is lost,
we will be found
lighting our way
with the blood of the fallen.
we cannot proceed
as we are.
the wrong answer to the right question
was two.

No Longer Alone.
Copyright @ 2007 by Bluepaintred

Saffron Daffodils

Hi ya'll it's me, Bluepaintred! Miss me? This blog has a secret agenda (insert spy music here)

Can you figure out my purpose? Come on now, it's simple. It's very easy. Three guesses and the first two don't count people!

Sigh. you just don't get it, do you?

Ok, what can I say today to amuse you in a craptacular way? Hmmmm Oh! I know!!

Ready? Set! GO!!1!

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saffron daffodils wave in the wind
scented breezes blow
petals sway and stems weave

fear not the wind!
behold!
face it, breath it, live it!

summer skies dotted with clouds,
rolling hills, growing trees
this is the world where the daffodils live
Copyright © 2007 by Bluepaintred