The vessel in wich we travel

marked by lessons learned

tender feelings yearned.

In grey matter formed dreams 

of two souls melting into one

Words formed into heart shaped

question marks traveling towards

it’s destination stealthy but steadfast 

hoping to reach its home 

before its gone

It seems like the rabbit hole 

shrunk into a needles eye

through wich my clumsy attempts 

of endearment cannot tread.

My heart feed my indulgent 

Imagination oxygen so 

that it can breathe while my

fingers are pouring out rainbows

onto paper.

I scratch my brain

until it bleeds 

…… a rose for you

my darling….. a rose for you.

I stare upon fading memories 

the ones to keep, to store

close to heart, to make 

into art scribed on 

brainstem to light 

up the dark, to make it shine.

Then there are the ones 

I let seep into

angry ink doodles upon 

paper to be incinerated 

……. and………..

charred by flames

……..they are……..

not… allowed … to remain. 

Each day I stand before the altar 

on which i serve my final offerings

My bleeding heart

My questionmark brain 

My soul poured out to entertain.

Finality in perpendicular motion 

to offer me before the sacrificial tree 

while the clockhand is slowly ticking 

into infinity, a sound reverberating 

while death is closing in.

I may be like a tree with gnarled 

branches, stretching out.

In disorderly array.

Sprawled across ages,

not anchored in time.

Swaying with the wind 

odd and wild.

The soul that bleeds through 

blinding with light 

is existing solely for you.