Black whispers
Settle like dust
A mystery
Ebony noir
Born upon
Needy tongues
The truth
Concealed
Hidden within
Painted shadows
Deception
Carefully applied
To a canvas
Using only
The pigments
Of a lie
~Hastywords 01/14/14
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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I absolutely love the flow and word choice in this Hasty. You continue to amaze.
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Reblogged this on tot123itsme and commented:
Outstanding piece of poetry Hasty, kisses!
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Truly love this poem, the different style compliments you’re creativity…
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As always, you continue yo amaze me. Amazing flow. Beautiful.
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WONDERFUL……..SINCERELY ANDREA:))
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Nice… and I like the way you used the pearls… and cleavage… to lead us to the words… HA!!!!!
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So many ways to go with an answer that the crack squirrels just passed out… so I got nothin’…
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sigh
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Hasty this is incredible!! 😀
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The shadow knows
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Clever. And artfully revealed (concealed?). Nicely done.
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Hello stranger, seems i may have read this before… Does it now take on new meaning?
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Just had my 3 year blog anniversary…just memories that’s all
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Well quick on the draw! How about you breaking a quarter million hits this year?
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Probably not but even one is someone listening eh?
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Yeah, what do mean probably not, that’s not very possitive…
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Love this
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The pigments of a lie
Brash neons
Bold pastels
Bright glitter and
Deep shadows
Skilfully applied
Hiding rough edges
Jagged concepts
And flaws
Engulfing the original
Making it palatable
Rendering it acceptable
Desirable
So desirable
And worthwhile
Dazzling beauty
Stilling the masses
Making them stare
Making them stupid
Believing the lies
Caressing the pigments
With greedy eyes
Letting their gaze
Drop down
Follow on
Imagine
Linger
Utterly bewitched
By the science
And the art
of Skin-Deep.
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Exactly
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I know you – even though this is a year-ago-you.
Sometimes I wish I could paint the way you do. That might be nice sometimes.
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Poetry good. Art better!
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