My Red Pen Poem by Butch Decatoria

My red pen with black Ink
Bleeds dreams through words soul

Empty hollow eyes—in a blink...
Spatial darkness without glow;

Within us—poet's primal prose,
Between human ripples and inflictions

Such lovelessness much ado
Oh well—golly geez—so It goes...

My red pen unraped in deep volition
Until the muse of truth full of woes

Embracing us without "arms" harm
Counting fingers many wars name

Wrenching apart what feelings came
I know the dangers of earthquakes...

The spirit of my love creates lovingly in love
The deep moving poetry of touch

Touching further than within
This black spit scripting feelings end

My vehement red pen
My passionate heart

Pining for her peace and favor
While they reap the word unsavored

While we practice whilst they preach
For always Love we must beseech.

My mighty red pen's black scars
Poetry a sword. Oh hallowed be…

Love's invisible mark.

(In me)