Disseminated brain matter
Splatter
All over
this page in crimson ink
And while
I think
My
fingers let it be
Creating
fragments of a world
That
exists inside me
And my
journey doesn't stop
With a
punctuated ink blotch
Because
my imagination has wings
And it's
gonna
Fly like
an eagle
Over the
mountains
Over the
seas
As this
poetic spirit carries me
Ever
persistent
In this
instant
To be
felt and not resisted
These
words provide existence
Pen and
paper provide assistance
As I…
Travel
the depths of the chasm
I've
realized that this soul hasn't
Tasted
the bliss
Of
realities kiss
Thinking
that this mirage called life
Is the
only version there is
Stuck in
a sandbox
With no
one to play with
Pen and
paper became the only way to relate
These
temporary moments
Leaving
permanent scars
Surrounded
by all these people
Yet
unknown each of you are
I've
never felt more alone.
I've
never felt more at home
Blessed
by the presence
Of the
creatively insane
Each with
the same art form
Flowing
through our veins.
Each one
an author of their own pain.
Olsfred James 2016©
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