Poetic Speech

Claim those who hold a sign| For they see images hidden to the wandering eyes| In disguise we fool those who seek| Only to reveal our true selves to those who rarely speak| And bestow a detailed prose to the untrained for them to dissect| In their hearts and minds| Where one day they will learn to recite| And disclose the words I neglected to share| Held bound inside these hands so desperate to heal| If only through writings| Bringing the coveted details so that you may feel|

Explore beyond the road| The cement that corrodes bears the fruit| Unearthed by waters which erode|

Parables fumble in unprepared hands| Deprived of gifts bestowed to thee| As humans we seek shelter beneath a tree| When our feet become weak| And our needs extend beyond our means| As rain pours| It cleanses our soul| Dormant ideas start to grow| Yet we turn a blind eye| To what's before our sight| Taking the easy way| Shunning plights| Fighting is not a physical ordeal| It's more of a rejection to extol the almighty rule| Exploring alternatives to fables disguised as facts| Letters shredded in half| Eulogies embedded on a golden calf| The story was written for you to digest| The ending inside your hands| Inside your thoughts is the rest|

Implore these ponderous ways| Us serenading the skies| Even in storms| Striking our view from windows opening| Allow these winds to carry us aside| Willows sending messages| Beside our castle| Moats flourish| Ships sinking as we swim| Preserve these memories inside a vase| Hide taxing injuries beneath your bed| The gate was cleared for you to enter| Welcoming warmth exuding your hands| Guidance is mind| Clear perception leads the steps| Forward motion hinders static| Momentum stagnating water| Waves uncovering treasures in mass| Present seeks to eradicate the past| Holding a steady hand| Embracing your warmth| In frigid times two become one| Plural generations transgress| Depressed digressions drumming their noise| Clamours amplified inside our ears| Crystallised tears shine upon your face| Your stride personifies elegance| Culprits sequestered within your reverence| In you is the story sought| Revise...

Arriving through the pasture| The willows creep| Eyes scrutinise the prey| Running between pebbles| Callous feet stomp the mother's seeds| Careless| Carefree| Long to be| Within meadows the clouds weep| Seeking forgiveness form negligence| Humbled by noises giving their reverence| Impervious to storms| We run| Mountains cross bridges| Jumping across streams| And gleaming| They reveal Hornbeams| The smile trekking gaps| Filtering smudge| Clearing screens| What is to become| Could have already been| Hunching before the path| Tracks on the sides clear forested lands| Blending combinations| Morphing to one complication| Problems drown out solutions| Before we find the fruit| We slowed to rest for the night|

Most get lost in this world| As life is one giant cul-de-sac| And ways seem wrong when directions steer you right| Navigating ways toward the finish line| Where there awaits a parade and rewards engraved with your name|