Painting the vivid spectrum of thought
Onto paper
Mysteries of the mind elegantly displayed in composition of letters
Sprawled across a napkin
Or tap tap tapped stamped imprinted to a screen
Then swept away forever for all to see
For all to read curiously as the poets, the artists, the dungeon masters of the mind
Dissect you
How did they know?

Tip toe up the carpet steps
Open the portal to where you rest
We lay here sometimes
Hearts intertwined
Souls unwind
Your eyes are a mirror, do I always look this serene?

Barren
Desolate
Meandering dirt path parts and expands infinitely into the horizon
No signs, only distrusted intuition
Turn back to the past and be trapped forever
Continue forward on an unknown path and risk the future
Sit still forever and be ******
Tumultuous change is never avoided
Forceful trudge onward with unrelenting steps
Then yet another **** crossroads is met.

Melancholy pour
Wash away my binding fears
Make life reappear

Seeping thickly into turgid veins
Firecracker fingertips tingle
Then fall numb
Snare drum heart beats sporadically off rhythm
That which does not move to music is sick indeed
Breath like an asphyxiated rabbit with eyes popping
Flood of dreadful thoughts with no Moses to part the raging seas
Nothing can save you now
You are in the grips
And it just
Won't
Stop.
Please stop.

Transform me into a tenacious tree
Rooted in perennial love
Intricately twisting up towards light
With mangled arms swaying sturdily
Always stretching
Always reaching higher for the golden enchanting clouds
I will grasp them
And be cradled by the sky
From there, I will emerge as an eagle
Nomadic and noble
Guided by the wind maneuvering me to secluded, distant dreams
Meandering, I become a river
Powered by the silky snow fallen from the heavens
Drifting though the backwoods where contented souls reside
Until eventually pouring all of me into the vast sea of conciousness
Where all are free

Pride, the most elusive slayer of my humanity,
Severing connections because I am better than you, or worse than you,
Because I know more,
Or I know less.
In a tomb of my own creation, I'm screaming for help
Frantically clawing at the walls but pride clasps my mouth shut.
No one can hear me.
It seeps into my inner dialogue, attacking each thought,
A lethal virus whose only cure is vulnerability.