ink & soul

my feelings..
my soul..
my heart,
...and the passion that drives them

 

a deep and passionate power;
a power that surfaces
via syllables and syntax..

 

as a melody..
..it seeps through like crimson,
and soaks into my skin..

..by way of prose poems;
a sometimes rhythm-less rhythm..

 

but, however it comes about
there is no shaking it..
..no matter how tired or low on energy..

 

i fall in love all over again, with words;
each word that seems to fall directly from the sky

 

for all the reasons that The Superior gives-
are the valid reasons; i need not any further explanation..
for mostly, He in turn, is my Reason.

 

these feelings run so deep..
deeper than face-value;

they move my fingers seemingly without my brains command;
it seems so supernatural..

they seem to have their own soul;
their own path..

but they must, mustn't they;
  what other way is there?

(i ponder in wonderment.)

 

when they feel what they feel
they show me;
..and i, in turn, must show you.

 

~

 

my life is swept into words
and creations of all these things-
..ink and feeling,

an array of overflowing emotion

filling my spirit,
overflowing my soul
with heavens imagination

 

it falls as a star...
and is delivered right to my souls doors as my wish..

 

the delivery is prompt,
sometimes patiently within its own limitations,

..but always pours from some sacred place..

..poured purely via ink;
virtually or by way of pens' mingling with paper

 

my soul will not let my eyes rest,
until a message has been delivered;

it desperately churns within me for an exit
and proceeds to tug at my fingertips..

 

..demands the signature,
demands a flow;
..a flow to pour from the soul, delivered by, ink...

 

and again, i fall in love;
i've fallen in love
..i my with my truths..

...ink and soul...