Ink Bleeds

As my heart wrenches in pain

I write it all out, paper and ink

There is nothing left to do but gain

At a point where I just can’t sink

No more, no more

Tears dried up and gone

Long gone, a long time before

Waiting for a new dawn

Across the snowy white sheet

Single strokes hatch their way across

Flowing streams across paved streets

Into the frail, thin body, I emboss

All along the once clean slate

Ink cries and weeps from wells we once knew

Dancing out the figures our words cannot state

Ink bleeds, coloring everything we’ve been through

I write until I can write no longer

I draw until the ink bleeds dry

Empty, at a gravely end and danger

Tired and resigned, can no longer pry

Listen to the ink’s bloody tears

Dripping and soaked

Watch as it paints splattered smears

Burning and eyes cloaked

Allowing the music box too unwind

Twisting and turning again and again

Playing out emotions deaf and blind

Gushing the gore, of the ink, of the pen

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