Flow. FLOW WILL YOU!?
Go! Paint in a new hue.
Why is the hand steady, yet unmoving?
What point is this block proving?
There is much bottled up,
Of which I can’t let go
Brimming is my cup
And yet. YOU. won’t. FLOW.
Pour it out, prove it to me.
I’ve things to write about. I have things to bleed.
Until you have felt the raging calm waters, you can’t know the need.
There is a garden blooming, I just need to water the seed.
So give me a screw, a knife, a fork
I’m unbottling, pouring, proving it.
So tell me, what’s a cork.
I don’t care. I’m removing it.
Categories:
unbottling, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Disappeared from my presence,
Left on the bridge otherside path,
The reason
"Why"
Never cross sideways
With my heart's mind again-
Soulful within me
Answering the questions-
Drowning over the years of yester,
Bottom treading darken ocean,
One finger
Reached above surfacing waves,
Breathing in my behalf,
Life.
Seeing eyes for me,
Dreaming of many things,
One most of all,
Living.
Than touched of Teardrop Red,
Blood ink on my fingerprint,
My lifesaver from Heaven Sent,
The pen,
Unbottling my soul
To live.
How true & wonderful is,
Not the paper,
But He that brought it before me in Love-
Categories:
unbottling, life, love, mystery, uplifting,
Form: I do not know?