I couldn't hold my tongue any longer...I just had to belch something...sorry...RJR
When I close my eyes I see
Brown water colors wicking onto white deckled paper
I can imagine it in green when I try.
But the brown is there each time I let my mind in natural pose
Each time I close my eyes.
It was always there.
I hadn’t noticed it until the crude started belching in the Gulf.
Belching and crudeness.
Some say we could see executives behind bars.
Tell Rush Limbaugh he’s right, it’s just natural, go ahead, eat at your oyster bar now, I dare you.
Thirst for the crude.
He loves belching with crudeness.
I enjoy seeing the color of my paints, as I mimic mother Earth
I will not be hurt when I close my eyes
Though in brown my spirit gets coated
Tonight I saw a golden sunset set, with a wash board white clouded sky.
The blue was blue, despite being June.
It was natural.
I can still see it when I close my eyes.
RJR – June 18, 2010