Paint me!
Yes! please Paint me into time indefinite itself!
with umber for my searching, eager eyes of love and pain
titanium white, yellow ochre and burnt umber, for my skin, my warmth
with intense blue for
the tightest pair of jeans I’ve never worn
can you paint double denim?
a jacket and jean combination
from fashion hell
would you? could you?
penetrate the white with cadmium
or lunar black or Payne�s grey
for the backdrop, the setting
maybe an ultramarine shirt
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Splash the paper
dowse it in water
mix to make magic happen
strike the canvas
as you would, to my heart
give life
to my ego, id, superego
give form
to my conscious, subconscious
and unconscious mind
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Paint me as a Picasso, Dali or Bosch
In triptych perhaps, or abstract
befriended by pigs and the scourge
with my greatest of loves
bring to life my calm-adjacent, frazzled mind
with unrestrained wonderment, nightmarish embellishment
Paint me as
a troubled Van Gogh or Pollock
weary and worn out
weighted by life and anxiety
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Use your talents to bring me to life
heavy brushstrokes
to burden the weight of the anguish
lighter brushstrokes
for the fine lines of stress
give my lips
life and confidence with warmth
as my body erodes, life drains from me,
give me legacy
immortalise me,
yes please, immortalise my mortal coil
bring forth with honesty
the unkempt hairs
on my back and my abdomen
for never a back, sack and crack fellow
ever was I
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May the flick of your wrist
and the mix of the palette
give testimony
to my infamy, memory and very soul
a happy little accident
of a planned creation
that was pushed forth
from my dear mother’s womb
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Envelope my being
in the canvas, like swaddling a baby
whether in
a scrapbook of discarded projects
heralded in the finest of galleries,
as the greatest
grant me
the status of regals, fools and villains
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Highlight
the drama, the war within in my body and soul
as I descend from the loftiness
of man’s apex to the dirt
and cast a shadow no more
and breathe my last breath
let the embodiment
of who I was, am and could be, live on
Paint me as I lived,
not as the ashes that blow in the wind
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Paint me
with the most haunting, endearing eyes
somewhere between Dorian at his worst and Ms Lisa at her most ominous
with eyes that pierce right through skin, sinew, flesh, blood and bone
to the innermost deepest of wretched thoughts as you curse my name
for as he searched for immortality and was afforded it,
through hedonistic appetite and frivolity for morality,
so too did I suffer for my appetite
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So, please, paint me without pandering
like an artist of old
who held back from the truth
to avoid the chopping block
Paint the imperfections,
the sincerity of my quest for redemption
Paint me with glasses
and make note on canvas
with deft brushstrokes the deceit in my eyes
the difficulty most had
in trusting me
for a man is everything
the good, the bad, the ugly
the love, the anger, the darkness in their mind
the lack of agency
reluctancy of responsibility
the kindness that underscores, overshadows
brightens the dims, embattles the clouds
with water and paint, bring me to life
living and breathing eternal
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Or sketch me, yes sketch me in rough,
like one of the French girls
an Adonis selling parfum
we know them too well
on a napkin or the wall of a public latrine
as I blow in the wind, like a fart in the breeze
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Thanks for reading!
Author’s Notes: This was written for a Prompt on Vocal by Poppy, in which you had to use at least one of the following words:
- Paint
- Erode
- Envelope
- Descend
- Wind
I used all the words. Given the way it ends and the style I took, it works well as a companion piece to this monstrosity -�https://mus-d.com/2024/05/04/venit-vidit-vicit-the-greatest-hubris-strengthening-hyperbole-by-the-greatest-self-assured-literary-legend/
- Photo by Simi Iluyomade on Unsplash https://unsplash.com/photos/2-women-standing-near-brown-trees-during-daytime-8IKd4pl7hbk
- This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI
Wow Paul – this is phenomenal, I love the pairing and the metaphor is perfectly executed! Briliant!