Pen and me. Conceive

These indispensable pencil

Writing out trew liquid canal

draining a Niagara Falls

But its not from rain,

clouds, or sky.

It's trew my vein,

bleeding out my pain

In massive water fall's

That fall from top lake

to bottom ache river.

The root tip

Locks..

to grass ground.

Up and down

lands connect

veins To pencil cut pain

Together they paint

What remains

in the vein

Deep underneath.

Both in my mind conceive

a passage of massage.

Root to vein

find a way to drain

Gain from Bleeding rain.

my life trew liquid feelings

and water thoughts

passing trew vein

finding the root

straight to its tip

were my world in liquid

goes trew sequence.

led ledding it become bleed

laid in canvases

Storing sentiments in versed

Well seed is overnurtured by bleed.

Then Grows to Leed

bloom in symbols of

Po e s ee a ....