Worry

Snakes lurk around my heart.
Sleeping.. Hunting.. Living.

 The extermination has been a long process.
Everyday I extract more and more venom.
It's a slow progress.
With these spiders and maggots crawling along my vision,
They distract my hands.
Giving time for the snakes to constrict my core, creating a deep incision.
 All my fears begin to pour into my pores.
They slither and soar into my sores.
These crows lurk behind; dark as death.
Everytime I turn around they stand there,
Wings spread as ribs from right to left.
The snakes, still chained, tell me to never look into the birds blank stare.
 But as the poison seeps and the pain grows deep,I can't help it.
The demons teeth sink again and I meet with the shadows soul.
My eyes are forced shut and the serpents throw me to the floor.
They are dirt, and I am mole.

 They are mirth and I am cold.

 I am drowning and they are shore.
I am found, yet they are more.

 The anxiety is crippling..The insects inspect everywhere,
Silence keeps filling.
To the point of screaming sirens wailing.
It deafens me until I hear a faint, dreamy whisper.
 Suddenly, it all goes away.
Senses rush to my body and mind.
The snakes and shadows dissipate.
My spirit is safe.

 My thoughts were but a small, strong facade.
 False and fake,
 Never existing, they never lived.
Now that we can realize this,
May they never remain.

Pen Strokes to Paintings

A stroke of an idea emits from the black canvas of my mind.
The grazing of imagination whispers what the screaming noises sign.
To tell all what the stars design.
Through the piercing of the silent, striking sword,
Off the drop of rain, forever falling forward.
Down the drain, to be processed and stored for future pain.
Words flying off the breath of giants, creating a masterpiece.
Trickling down beautifully off each guitar string.
Echoing through endless lakes of tranquility.
To be rotated, and rotated, spinning as a fan to form an aching vortex.
The thoughts will never land.