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