Inked Tongue

There are spirits dancing in the gallery of my mind.   They sing songs of holistic freedom.  These spirits sweep me into an ocean of mysterious curiosity.  To unravel the myth of the old world. To bridge the past and the future.  Water is light and earth is shadow You cannot swim in a river that has no soul You cannot dance on a ground that has no pride. Spirits make me a portal They shock me I shiver as electricity flogs my brain And my cup is filled with spiritual energy  My father warns that an additional chemical substance will cause my cup to spill over  I am scared of a spiritual volcanic eruption It is a gory sight And the one tangible reason why I stopped drinking alcohol is because I realized i already have so many spirits inside of me Oh ye spirits Why do you choose a man to be a vessel and not give him a cloak? Paint this atmosphere with your presence  There is a fragrance in the air So sweet, An atmosphere. 

In a world where we struggle to find ourselves each and every day, there is a beeping sound that yearns to remind us of our purpose, and even though it might seem like the odds are against us, there is always a ripple of courage we can harness our strength from. Recently I gave myself a baptism of not water or light but of fire and darkness. This is to rebirth me into the congregation of the dauntless and the dead, or the dancers and the deaf. Each day I yearn to know my purpose in life but it eludes me, perhaps that is a constantly knocking question we all must get to answer. I have made many mistakes and erred in my path for self exploration but now I embrace myself and all of its wounds and decadence. For I am only a man who seeks to be free. I am only a tiller who seeks to gather a bountiful harvest. I am only a boy hanging from a chandelier. My decision to risk my fate without the fear of failure is the fruit of my baptism. I beat my chest and hum in harmony with the whistling win...