I have watched men die,
their eyes going vacant,
their lips whispering
of loves or Mom,
it is as if they escape
the flesh cocoon in which
their soul grew wings.
I have seen abuse
on children in trailer parks,
and shabby homes,
big eyes wide with fear,
pure flesh bruised in
dark reminders to
listen carefully
or be beaten.
I have heard the cries of people,
trapped inside a burning car,
all efforts to reach them futile,
my hands singed and
soul melting in despair,
as they barbecued
in a metal incinerator.
I have known loneliness
that drives one to the edge
of a bridge over a long chasm,
to contemplate free-falling
into complete oblivion,
but suddenly realizing
that no girl was
worth dying over.
I was a military policeman,
who saw the ugly side of people,
the dark sides of war,
and the chaos of disorder,
I came away swearing off
its foul taste.
Eventually, I chose
to be an artist,
covering my recollections
with bright colors,
and coming to
the understanding
that afterall I was
forced to witness,
I would much rather
watch paint dry.
You know as you grow older
and the world grows colder
and you watch folks die....
I would much rather
watch paint dry..........................................
Phenomenal music composed and
played by Chris Bright -Copyright -2023
Lyrics and vocals written & sung by-
Matthew F Blowers III- Copyright 2023
at: Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Photo credit to: unsplash.com
