Bored Writing: Vaulted Portrait

..soMetImeS lEsS fOcUs cAn heLp YoU sEe tHe iMagE

How should i begin.?

How can i explain.?

This artistry is like the cells that flow in thru my veins

This 'heart' in me is like a 'harp',

..The 'beating' is the 'strings'

I close my eyes and hold my chest and picture everything

..But the picture is so plain,

The mixture is so vain

..So i tap into the memories I've held since I began

I draw upon my life, my course ,and everything Ive changed

Now the image that I picture is mural that's insane

The color drips of rage,

The seasoning is sage,

The hue is darkened burgandy that leaks into the page

An optical illusion how it twists into a maze

As exciting as it is, I'm both disgusted and amazed

Now I wipe up the memory,

..I clean up everything

The only thing i picture is the smudges that remain

Alittle grey..alittle green..in a bluish kind of way

But the image isnt certain,so i figured its okay

This 'harp' is more treacherous than anything i know

If my brain is like Gepetto then im strung just like a bow

Im fighting the compressions pushing many to and fro

But im anchored to the ground steady as the wind that blows

I open up my eyes

Where everything is white and cold

Where figures wait alone to be sculpted into molds

So I give unto you art in forms of everything i know

But when you finish viewing..just be sure to close the door

Thru chains and vaults

...Thru peaks and faults

....Thru valley streams and foggy troughs

Just incase you wondered what it would be like to see my thoughts

~wind blows.!