The Path
Location
With this paper and pen
I turn my pain into an artistic expressive manifestation
Thoughts strewn across the membrane of each cell
That identify as my being
The feeling of dripping matter, fragments of my memories
Puzzled and pieced together, reflect what words couldn’t explain
Actions are the key, to open that door where behind it, are hidden things
Objects the heart and mind abandoned, couldn’t bring the mouth to voice
All swirled down into the toilet, flushing away what I feel about You
That cold splash of reality,
As reminiscing brings a river of vodka to my eyes
The poison that spreads to my lungs
Each sentence, word, and letter, formed to create what I once called Affection
Remaining emotions left for no one but only to be painted upon the past alone
In a feeble attempt to communicate, I receive that sweet static silence of the radio
The effortless kill I experience from friends, family and exes mingle together and are spilled into two entities
I can’t articulate well enough what music embodies
I desire to break these chains melding me back into the earth and rise up from this emptiness and guiding me to the endless bounds of my heart, my home, my spirit
The core of compassion and love melt my heart with pleasantness like a burning candle dripping wax
The fire that lovingly heals me
As the pieces of paper pile up
The basket of my experience is woven
Containing unreciprocated inquiries, dealing with these afflictions and life learned lessons
When beats and tones envelop this tale, the lyrical composition travels in a curvilinear fashion representing
What I have lived, Will live, and How I want to live