LIFELINE.....1/30

Feed me poetry through my IV
my blood is the ink
blue black and reds inside me
word thoughts
through spoken scripts
define me
Still wonder how this gift found me
it has bound and gagged me
to death do us part is my sentencing
Don't know what I would do without-
writing
I'm creating in my waking moments
I'm scribbling while I'm sleeping
Listen closely to the sounds of the beating
haiku's and senryu's  
poems to poetry
They're all competing 
Blood clots forming in deadlocks
I'm eternally bleeding letters before words
Phrases hold my stanza's together
preventing my creation from dying
At night I pray to the pen
speaking in tongues the poets words
Taking the oath
and embracing this gift
this gift found me
this gift keeps me alive
this gift keeps the torch lit on my pen
when the torch goes out
that's the death of me and my pen
LIFELINE....

LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner