Sulfurous Soul

Smash of the platter

Screeching to a falter

Slamming against ground
Shouts all around

Scorn and upset

Sears the mind’s debt
Squalls erupt and fire
Screaming a tantrum dire

Scared of what is and has been
Sworn to thyself no more chagrin

Stopping upon realization

Shy of extreme over dramatization

Slowing the fury and rashness

Staring at it you confess

Sure apprehension

Sharp recognition

Stained reputation

Self aggravation

Soiled blanketed reality

Stance wavering yet

Shaken will and might

Stripped of bite and fight

Swiftly placed face to arm

Swallowing gasps of alarm

Smoldering droplets fall

Sliding down as you recall

Sneak a look behind your back

Streaming hot tears you once would lack

Stability smashed and crashed

Steady upheaval and now abashed

Similar to heated tears you want to stanch

Small dew drops cry upon a branch

Sun rising and drying the trees

Smile a bit and do as you please

Still you halt and wonder again

Sweetness comes though it wanes

Expression

I am a lugophile, a lover of words

The words that accompany my darkest hours

The sayings that voice my bliss

The angels that hark the tacenda,

Things not mentioned

This epeolatry, this worship of words,

Lays completely founded

They exist and are to express

My thoughts, my opinions, my emotions, my experiences

Their feel, a baisemain, a kiss on the hand

Their sound, a psithurism, a whispering sound

Their scent, a petrichor, a smell of rain on dry ground

I am a lugophile, a lover of words

They satiate my wanderlust,

My strong, irresistible impulse to travel

They bring me to new heights

And create new sanctions

I travel this world and all others

And in my times of lethologica,

My inability to recall a precise word,

I can turn to my art, the art which I love

My drawings and paintings,

My lines, curves, and dotted dashes

My colors and that there of or lack of

My spectrum, my rainbow, my photograph

To capture those thoughts, opinions, emotions, and experiences

Which words cannot explain

That only vision can express

That brings pictures to life

That explores everywhere and elsewhere

Alongside the words, the words which I love