Lord's Paintbrush

I've lived the live of the joker with a pair of dice. I break down door to take two steps foward and five steps back. My life is a scrwed up comedy act, and she was the guest star. I like to believe angels take notes on dumb mistakes we've made. As we take advantage God's brush strokes for each cloud and breeze. I sat on the cleaned cut of a tree trunk with a perfect step on its heavy leg. Almost as if it was perfectly made for my footrest. Each reflection of the sun wrinkled across the sexy flow of the rivers body. Humans were created for tragedy, but only a third will learn. People still pray bargaing God for the winning lotto ticket. We waste time looking up in search for them, starring at us, waiting for them. But whether we take to faith or decision, every gift is contribution. Little Charlies likes to build blocks and watch them fall to the ground. As if he's Plato behind Aristotle determining gravity thats been keeping us down. But live like the man that applied his terms to those that don't apply. Every bird I saw took each of it's wings to fly. An African Grey flys towards rather than away. Take what you know is right. We're often afraid of touching a blank canvas. But an artist never knows the outcome of his contrast in colors. Look into your dynasty and know all you can do is try.