Child-Like Love On Display

Colors made from trees. Colors I could just eat alive, and did at one time. I didn't just finger-paint with my hands. I ate the colors and then used my tongue.

I did go to the bathroom, and washed my own mouth out with soap, and hands. I went back to take a peak at my piece, and slipped into it. I guess you could call this, a kids way of the signing.

Believe it or not, the kids liked my picture best. They say use what your given. I'm just glad, they didn't have lead in that paint! Colors I formed as a child, with color-forms, or on paper, least the walls, didn't hurt me none.

Well now it was play time at school, and the freeze bell rang. I had to stand absolutely still. I remember I couldn't get to the rest-room on time, as you had to freeze, until they let you go. Stupid Ha?

I ended-up having to slip into rubber-pants again, as my underwear drawer was empty. How embarrassing, and you thought everyone knew, least that you painted the best picture with your tongue.

My dad used to paint the walls only half-way up. We were only tall enough to ruin the bottom half. Funny how pictures look so nice from children, at least as long as they stay on the paper, least them.

Dreaming of what to make didn't take long at all, you'd just scribble something and grabbed whatever, and your self esteem was never threatened, nor your pride. I guess that's why we see such love, when we look at children's pictures.

We need a children's art museum, to uplift our spirits. I could start my daily workout, a lot easier, with a good laugh. It can cost us plenty money wise, to pay professionals, and still be able to fill our gas tanks.

We should listen to love crying-out by grace, and for crying-out-loud, let the animals and free child-like humor, take the place of those who charge. Not saying they don't need a audience. Please just cut down some, here and there, in the here and now.

A orange can only be orange, other-wise it's not a orange. Love can only be all colors, other-wise it's not love. You need to be you, and not no one else, unless of course you want to dream, or write, or go beyond yourself. Love don't mind you not being yourself in love, to be more colorful.

What would life be, without colored colors, least food coloring. Rainbows have much more to offer, than a mere pot of gold. The T.V. would still be black and white if that, if the love that created colors was racist . How much do you like your color T.V.? Well love, loves colors more!

A word to the wise, don't let your kids escape into the other parts of the house. The bathroom is your worst nightmare. I remember how I ran from the tub, as I turned on the hot-water and stepped in anyways. Both feet soaked, I ran through the house to escape myself, and the pain.

I was able to come out of this alive except all my teeth were missing, as I slipped and fell into a metal bed frame. I thought I would be a very wealthy boy, least healthy. One bag of teeth fetched 25 cents. This fall, wasn't like unto a kids way of signing his finger painting.

A Doctor was later able to tell me some white lies. I grew new teeth some-what, and got braces. The Doctors white lies, went down like ripping-off a band aid real quick, and not telling. I did get free color T.V., while being worked on and more, a real vanilla shake, least one made from paint. I always wished I could have been the 4th stooge though!