Life Blood of an Artist

Buried beneath

Is the pulsating chamber

Of life blood

And of passion

Buried under bruised flesh;

Are, the veins

Of life blood.

Buried,

Inside my head,

‘I want to scream’

For all the passions

Flowing

In this life blood.

Life blood bleeds

Like the creative nib,

Blotted onto canvas it runs

Like paint, seeping deeply and

Buried no more

As the passion runs fast.

As this life blood bleeds;

Life, stains the canvas, seeping  

Passions of warmth and love.

As poppy fields merge

And emerge blood red.

High on life

The veins feed

Like tubes of crimson paint.

Warm, passionately loving

Giving life for eyes to see.

A canvas of visions, vision

Freedom, re-leased from

These blood veins of life.

A portrait of the inner body

Pro creating an inner portrait

Of a painted passion.