When Blood Sprouts Out............... Poem by Green Peace

Thin -- Slimy --- Fluky--
Thick -- Thicker-- Thickest--
Heavy-- Drown -- Drench---
Blood -- Red Blood -- Flood---

Passion evokes something sensuous
More to it is the feeling of violence
From head to leg it flows quickly--
As if a flowing river red portrait

Pain --- Turbulence-- Death---
Does that only mean the red colour?
What does it hold more?
Warmth -- Bravery --- Revenge--

Body -- Senses---- Instinctual---
Not far and above the spirit, the soul---
Its the body that produces it
And that gives that glamour, that vigour--

That odour, That colour--
Without which it turns into a
Stiff-- Stagnant--- Still mummy or some boneless brown powder
Blood makes the body, protects, carves, enriches the soul that's vibrant and yet weak.


Notes: The psychological process of blood sprouting out is discussed here. Blood is first meant only of, for the body and something sensual disregarding the soul or spirit.
It becomes paradoxical at the point where the blood protects as well as enriches the soul without which it would be neither a body nor a soul but only a mummy.In the first four paragraphs blood is only sensual whereas in the last it becomes contradictory where it not only protects but also gives the soul its soul like essence.