I think I'll fall upon
My sword
Plunge it deep without
A word
Perhaps conjure up a
Whirlpool
Let it **** in everything
I knew
Or I might breathe again
Release it to the wind
Let it carry it beyond
Come gently back
Without sin
If then it leaves an inprint
On my splattered
Thoughts
I'll dab them up
Rearrange them
With my hopeful cloth
Then I'll be whole once
more
From body to spirit my
mind I can again adore
I'll paint me with colors
Each sentence I spoke
Think of days past and
forward
Be blessed that I awoke

You can't control my words
They will mutate and intimidate
Lose form and transform your mind
Taking you on a journey
Leaving your dreams in death's hands

A vivid picture of nature and heaven
Leaving an inprint of the devil and hell
Or the design of creation and hope.
Longing for direction
A "hit" of the proper proportions