Ink bleeds out onto the paper
The room is sticky hot
I’ve got a pit down in my stomach
It’s tied up all in knots
Years went sliding through my fingers
Lines look deeper in my skin
Age is gaining some momentum
Turns out that death is what I win
So my pen is extrication
I write my words out loud to God
It’s my one way first class ticket
After I break free of this facade
Ink bleeds on past the paper
Forming pools upon the floor
I’d bet a dollar no one’s listening
Except the ghosts outside my door
That have vanquished the living sun
And want to linger all day
Whilst I bleed out my heart benumb
Penning every empty cliché
That has ever been sung by a drunk
Without the will to moderate
to get off a bar stool and debunk
All those lies they indoctrinated
Ink bleeds like a river
Ink bleeds from a fissure
Ink bleeds and I wither
Ink bleeds but I’m a caterpillar
And I’m a gonna be a butterfly just you wait and see
The night wanes, the moon rises high
my familiar friend
a fan turns and hums
a thought turns in my mind as well
for a thread dangles there
waiting for me to grasp it
in the darkness of a vacuum.
I grasp the glowing thread
and weave a vibrant web
an exciting tale
while my eyes droop
knowing tomorrow I will pay the price.
Yet at times the thread proves to be elusive
dancing beyond my outstretched thoughts
fading away into the darkness
or blending into a rave of multi-colored threads
a sea of disjointed thoughts.
Sleep captures me
only so I can be awakened later
by the pricking of an excited muse
bleeding my thoughts
I dip my pen quickly in
and write away my sleep.
My Muse is a weaver
that knows no time nor place
a puppet master in the darkness
a spirit walker
a ghost in my dreams
it is all a fantasy
yet it is my reality.
© Lyne Beringer, Mark Andrew Heathcote, D.B. Hall
Excerpt from the book Fire and Ice
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Foreword . . .
Many moons ago I realized the power of words and how they can accurately describe the nuances of emotion. They can take a person to the highest highs, and just as easily, that person can plummet into nothingness…. just by words. It is fascinating how perception and illusion rule our lives. What others fail to see is that for some, once the words are out there… the bleeding stops a little bit more… Those words are just part of us…And that is the beauty of it.
Fire and Ice is a collection of connections based on perceptions. It is person after person, reading, relating, and then reaching out to others through words. Connection… is really what it is all about that.
I am honored to invite you inside the minds of people just like you. All their hopes, dreams, and disasters are here within the pages of this book.
Lyne Beringer, author of Alaskan Vogue
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