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From blood to Thought

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From blood to Thought

From blood to Thought

With every loving beat, of my swollen heart 
– upon these crimson vessels, giving life to –
ride millions of thoughts, thoughts of you
riding on the zenith, the crest of every wave
flowing, turbulently down these shrinking, hardened,
aged, bluish tunnels of hope’s dreams,
dreams that reach into energy fields,
electrifying dormant synapses into glowing rainbows
of conflicting forces that wage never ending battles,
battles of whether or not there can be, will be, 
could ever be that preverbal pot of gold, 
the gold that can only exist- be found within
and within a pure, undefiled, undesecrated, 
unbroken heart, not the heart that beats
to the tunes of that drum pounding out
ice castles, stone cold walls, the iron used in
erecting cages, the beat of shovels excavating 
a trench in mother earth face, for that moat
- all these have I seen, have I felt, I have experienced -
that locks in your beauty, keeps out the light, the fires
that could, would want to evaporate, turn to dust, dry up,
remove the veils that guard, that hide, that protect 
that beautiful, imprisoned light, that light that hides 
behind masks, masks that hide in order to attract’ 
that seem to attract like kind – birds of a feather –
mirrors, mirrors, the twins - not the one’s that reflect
images of truth denied the conscious self while in sleep
dreaming the dreams of ?, that lay beyond today’s reality
of unrealistic expectations, of unnecessary fears,
fears justified by life’s journey throughout all your years 
hidden behind beautiful, dry, hardened eyes without tears
for what has been freely, lovingly given
- rejected, for hopes and a desire to touch that illusive, 
delusional White Knight ( Mr. Right to come into ) – 
to fill your life, your sight with visions that just might
be able to satisfy, the unsatisfiable in you.

B. J. “A” 2
August 22nd 2008

Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield

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  1. Date: 4/8/2013 3:16:00 PM
    Nicely written...I hope love the veils are removed for true love for you...

    Atfield Avatar William J. Jr. Atfield
    Date: 4/8/2013 4:31:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Once again Donna, I am most grateful to you for your continued involvement, your kind thoughts for my well being. I am always touched by your comments and belief in my attempts “ Nicely written... ” at poetry. I believe that it is to late “ for true love for you ” for me ,but can only hope that the veils many hide behind will be lifted to expose a truth. Love Bill .