I throw words at the world <br />paint balls for random spatter <br />random sweeps of colour <br />drowning out the darker moments <br />on the journey through the night <br />softly swirling dreams across the sky <br />inviting whispers into sleeping ears <br />that sing of siren pleasures <br />to be found in the damp thuds <br />paint percussion in the barrel <br />on the shoulder, blooms of colour <br />running down the plastic, <br />all the fabric of our lives.<br /><br />Midnight Clarity<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paint-7/
