RED

FALLING DIGITAL PAINTING BY CHRYSSA V.2014

Red

Blood's red

Joy's red

Passion's red

Illusion of life

when color is red

my red cheeked student

was suddenly dead

Sun in dawn is red

but it's also red 

when day's end

Red my lips from lust 

Red my heartbeat

my love didn't last

its red heat

I see red tears falling

in the eyes of hungry kids calling

their dead ancestors

or their human protectors

Red light outside poor girl's door

trampled bud who's selling her carnal

for a nickel of vices paying her survival

No one pay for reading and writing her to learn

Educated pussies are not so easy to be burnt

since their bread through mental skills may be earned

Life is red

Anger is red

All that reddish thing

I really can not withstand

I need serene colors

Faces of hate's red

Bleeding young soldiers are red

mixed with dead babies

with their diapers immersed in red

Red stones thrown

around the shaved hair

of the African woman

who was punished to be stoned

because someone else than

her husband raped her and gone

I see red all around

everything turns to

a red giant's explosion

my universe is being eaten

by a red catastrophe of notions

I need a wise orange

I need at least a sorrowful purple

Red is killing my time's slow turtle

I tried in this poem to use the passionate feeling that red provokes to make you run through many emotional states and many different rooms of human conscience and compassion. This I suppose can influence and make aware human soul passing for example from the joy of lust to the despair of death, as the ancient tragedians taught us, conducting soul through the tragic to catharsis