The words are Elements
inhabiting us
for the sake of expression.
They shape themselves
into screams and melodies –
Primal upheaval –
concentrated like acid
they burn and scar,
strip off the skin
and reveal the hidden core.
It is delicate –
balancing them along
coils of brains
and cells of nerves
until they reach
tips of fingers
and clothe the blankness
of pages in wait.
I struggle –
to hold them in shape
to let them flow.
Childbirth must be less intellectual
inhabiting us
for the sake of expression.
They shape themselves
into screams and melodies –
Primal upheaval –
concentrated like acid
they burn and scar,
strip off the skin
and reveal the hidden core.
It is delicate –
balancing them along
coils of brains
and cells of nerves
until they reach
tips of fingers
and clothe the blankness
of pages in wait.
I struggle –
to hold them in shape
to let them flow.
Childbirth must be less intellectual
I sometimes laugh looking at the virtual world
ReplyDeleteWhere it's simple to act and pretend not to see
Emotions can be rated and likes are tossed
Oh brother where art though
All the goodness is lost and gone
Empty cup I hold
For there is no fountain of GOD (or man)
The road to salvation ends here ...
Correction: Oh brother where art THOU
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