Blood Pigments Paint Passion Sorrows Poem by Terence George Craddock

we artists paint carve breath
change in pigment mind breaths
waiting for a world to embrace
our beauty or smother us in fear
rules are walls imposed prison cells
designed to separate create divisions
rules enforced are stigmata power plays
innocence is plagued by compassion sorrows

two feet nail pieced yet still we walk
side pierce penetrated merely flesh parted
hands are busy about clay model work
eyes perceive pulse world despite thorn crowns
blood water gushing is passion trade mark
into eyes blood dripping is soul payment made


Copyright © Terence George Craddock