Inside It All

There is an eruption taking place.  It is black, red and blue.  I am walking through a fog.  Every way I turn there seems to be some sort of blood dripping.  It ranges from a picked mosquito bite to a full on broken heart.  Bursted at the seams.  Popped from too much love flowing in the wrong direction.  The strength of the current caused the walls to cave in and people were brought to their knees.  I cannot escape.  It is ok.  I am humble and I am new.  The entrances and exits are struck with impeccable marks.  The lighting is off and the lines of ruin are visible under the black light.  The twister has almost blown the house down.  Thank God it was built in the 30's.

My path is illuminated with my knowledge, acquired with the price of my own pain.  It is clear and my feet are comfortable walking on the pebbles of life as I've known it.  I want to paint the inside of my words the color of my feelings.  They are rich in the pigment of  my imagination.  My touch is stained with the rainbow of their depth.  I am still  and silent.  Put in a place where I belong.  Reality.  Kindness wanders into uncharted waters and the sails are overturned.  I gulp for air and remember the territory that I bought.  Irrationality.  Hollywood.  The rules are different.  I am winning.  A different game.  The players disqualify themselves.  I brush  my keyboard and play the letters like a piano.  I have always wanted to learn.  Classical. That is the way I conduct myself.  In the utmost.  I feel defeated when I don't meet my match.  It is common.  It hurts.  The currents wash it all away.  I pick up a seashell and listen like when I was a kid.  The breeze smells like summer and tiny explosions are heard in the distance.  It equals what I have invited.  I am learning.  I never liked Algebra or Geometry and yet I sat through it.  I failed.  I moved on.  I found what I was good at.