CONFECTION (Lucy In The Sky)

Sat, 06/15/2013 - 03:15 -- BJKurai

Location

75181
United States
32° 43' 0.2784" N, 96° 32' 46.7376" W

My Heart is screaming

and my soul wields a tongue that tastes of liquor

The barracks of my brain are crowded

loitered and littered of estranged thoughts

 

I’ve wished my nerves numb

and pondered the bliss of a blank retrospect

 

and as I slowly melt, as I sink down and waste away

I am extricated by my own words

 

by the letters I own

 

I am liberated, salvaged

 

by my weapon

by the ink.

 

It can hush my heart’s moaning,

my soul is sobered

the blood of me is a brighter red

and for a moment,

I might know peace

 

born from a shade of expression,

a color of soul’s speak

 

I think in a single stretch of road -entitled focus

wrapped warm in a broad vision

and sharp, fresh eyes

 

I am teaming in memories

but they flow like a simple spring breeze,

like a crisp river

 

or a beam of lightning taking pleasure in it’s strike

a slow course of electric ecstasy

 

from the edges of my mind

and the shallows of my ticking heart

spitting loose from the end of my pen

I’m spilling forth the truth of my center

 

No fabrication

or chaos

or anxious sweating, dripping hands, or earthy throat

 

It is the love of me, the rough

the congested conscience... made tangible...

 

It frees the burning of myself

the never ending scrutiny

 

What of me is perspicacious?...parsimonious?...presbyterian?

 

What exists beneath my skin?

what are my dreams belting out of my chest,

in desperation?

the ink.

takes me away-I am thrown, uncaged

pointing at the grit, the axiom - the ink does

 

branded into my bone

 

I am made conspicuous to myself

joy is in the letters, the graphite validity

carbon print of the inner ivory

 

my heart is singing,

and my soul wields a tongue that tastes of confection....

 

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