Soul Visual

A jungle mind
With lots of vines
Ropes that swing
and a bird that twittles a tune
 
Art is my soul on a paper
a page that you can flip to anytime
Others can see small snippets
but it's always in my mind
 
Endless streams of water
flow through valleys deep
I dream in color
pouring onto sheets
 
A jungle mind
With lots of vines
Ropes that swing
and a bird that twittles a tune
 
I draw upon a canvas
nothing that makes sense
my brush strokes in it's own way
I play along with it's game
 
I swing from one end
to reach the other side
I sit upon the cliffs edge
ready to
dive down
to the
unknown
creating without thinking
direction is what speaks
to me
in the wind
I don't make sharp plans
I let it carry me
like a tornado
or some
thing
new
to see what's in my mind
a visual representation
of my soul
 
Can I see
how deep I go?
Do my mountains have peaks
or do they plateau?
 
A jungle mind
With lots of vines
Ropes that swing
and a bird that twittles a tune