Blood in the Water
There aren’t enough letters
in this language
with which to fashion
the spark of fire
that I’ve been burning
to breathe of late,
but I don’t know
a single thing
about creating hieroglyphics
so I might as well
keep slapping these words
together
to see what shapes
take form.
Dreams die every day
from the first moment
in the morning
when you open your eyes
as visions begin to fade,
but true purpose and passion
come heaven sent
without an expiration date.
It is important
to shed a little blood
at certain times
and let it spill
along the path
to see what sort
of images
start emerging
from the shadows
and beaming
from the sun.
There are wolves and vampires
that lie in wait
for a taste of your neck
on their fangs.
There are sharks
in the sea
that go crazy
for the scent
of your flesh.
Keep all senses alerted
and leave their appetites
in wanting.
There are nurses and doctors
and shamans and healers
that roam this earth
with the light of love
emanating from peaceful hearts
as a remedy
for all that ails us.
Let such as these
play a pivotal role
in all life’s scenes.
Let the story grow simple.
Let the needle be thin.
Let the focus stay pure.
Let the true faith ascend.
There is just enough.
There is always enough.
There is more than enough
for us all.
Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.com where links to his
published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, live events, and books
can be found. He has been a weekly contributor at Dissident Voice for the past
four years.
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