Why words?
All this alpha beta energy.
What about these pastel pictures?
Divinity's third eye,
Deep vision with inner sight,
God's deep well of intuition,
Yet this black and white world,
Disillusioned we are blinded,
Illuminated but still we do not see,
We are the walking deaf,
Van Gogh's relieved ear,
Carved relief on Beethoven's piano,
Heaven singing from that deep sea,
Chilled we balk and cannot hear,
Souls waiting to be reborn,
Stubborn innocence again in some fine frame,
Suffering creates this Salvadore Dali atmosphere,
Bleak storm clouds like black curtains,
Rescued from compelling Guernica,
Drawn across this empirical stage,
All these Picasso worlds tinting eternity,
Tempestuous obscurity manifesting rainbows,
Manuscripts of mortal light revealed,
Illustrated chapters bound,
Covered front to back and back to front,
Abiding each watercolor story,
Awash with tides of life and death,
A tinged reef of worldly evolution,
Ubiquitous periods of our lives,
Living stories only God could imagine.