letting the pen right
letting the ink hit the paper
and smear what you think is wrong

letting the hand learn
letting the mind unfold
and move that smear into words

letting the words combined
letting the feelings come forth
leaving today in writing

letting the vocal cords oversee
letting the unspoken, forget
and push me further into the page

Portraits surrounded by shadow
put in place
and made level by my hands
though
the space is small
behind my eyes
i crowd the pictures in

Some are fuzzy
Some are clear as day
Some are broken and
lay out on the imaginative floor
Some are highly polished and
shine

Borders of highly prized light
bring life to the images
even deep in the center
Where they're stacked
thousands upon hundreds

Some are rarely recalled
Some come alive numerous times
before i even wake
Some are deliberately ripped
and forgot all together
Some are secured tightly to my subconscious
where misplacement is difficult

and today
i think ill try to find space
to add even more

not seeing straight
curving my eyes inside
enjoying the
color of disorganized neutrons
connecting themselves
overworking their structure
shooting feelings out
to be seen
as i glance again
straight at you

Turning the sky upside down
Reversing the rain
Watching it fall back
Back into clouds

Pacing to and fro
Reversing my path
Seeing the weather rewind
Rewind to sunnier days

Tumbling the locks
Reversing their decision
Noticing fresh air again
Wet with future raindrops

Traveling forwards
Reversing the inverted blue above
Sensing the warmth overhead
Overhead no rain does rumble

One word answers
with lies in between
echoing off my red walls
into caverns
and mazes contained in my mind

Solution in the center
you just have to dig
find my heart beat
and snap off a piece

No pain will i feel
the missing pieces are substituted
with those one word answers
and the lies
coat my eyes perfectly

For when im blind and dumb
the red wall barricades
cant constraint
burden or bury
what was mine initially

I can suppose
assume, or guess
but all are claims
and have no valid reason
to touch air outside my mind
I can spend hours
figuring, and thinking
but reality is a *****
and has no linear solution
for it likes to tease, and hide
what's on her mind

To think
To have thoughts
Is what makes me think
Is it as natural as the wind
To think about thinking
To ponder thoughts
I believe it is
Without words behind our eyes
We surely can not be alive
So
To think
To have thoughts
Means our hearts are beating
And our minds are learning