Faith and blood in me

The heart spins like a motor running on syrup
striking the iron and the oxygen
beating a rhthym of endeavor
No other aim: just to strive
like this all my life
pumping up and down

                   you are the honey that drips on my gown
                   with every spot
                   stuck to the skin
                   a record of sin
                   where some pleasure
                   eroded the win and
                   your angels marked
                   the final book

I will essay to climb the ranks
and establish a palace
in the fields of heaven
like a black coated raven
landing to rest
aloft the wind
strengthened again
from the gale and the mellow breeze both
maybe approaching the lofty lote tree
often just keeping my self afloat

                                          (faith and blood in me)