Poetic Speech

Maybe they only judge me for my exterior, don't look forth nor beyond the surface. They claim to see me for what I seem. The complexities of my dynamics reach to extend outside the line. I'm outside the box, into the rectangle. It's the shell, the hard skin. The destined fate the world has given us, they see us all as part of the same extending line. I cut the corner, into a new direction seeking a different path. But yet I receive laughs and get mocked. Trapped in the imagery, this imaginary box. I paint the image purple yet all they see is black. No chance to set forth a new goal. Why bother with this kid!? He's just like the others! They all seem the same to me. Bunch of hooligans, disturbing the peace. He thinks he can change our minds, our views are steadfast. There's no need for you to try. Why bother writing these poems? There's no words that will change our minds. Yet I still scribble and doodle hoping one day they'll pass the m...

Before one can enlighten oneself| One must end the suffering of others| With the vision to see far beyond the mountains| You saw and witnessed the conditions of the indigenous| The suffering and mistreatment of their children| The rape and indictment of their women| With the knowledge to educate| You took your gift and shared with those who hadn't the right to learn| Traveled across lands quarreling with the unjust| The just fleeing from the pain| To reach the beginning of the change| To conquer the creator of the pain| Taught them how to use their brain not only hands| Bare hands to grapple one another forcing freedom to the land| Your wisdom succeeded that forceful hand| Implementing equality| Your voice still rings as those memories stand up to sing| Bring all that is worthy for your name cannot be erased| The image bears the life| The paintings of your portrait bear the fight| The reciting of your words bear the plight|

They said the gray hair died| Multiplied in multiples then all of a sudden| Deceased| Gone from the place| Once more they mistake isolation for death| Not enough oil to swallow| The over privileged get overfed| The underfed suffer in the corner not seen for days| Or rather seen for dead| Death covers stains| The cuts and bumps| Digging in the next man's trash| Hoping to find another man's treasure| Or rather another man's loss| A meal to stop the screeching| The rumbles| Without notice they take notice| Eye balls turning corners Scavenging the place| Oh!| We no longer have any use for company| Stare into the walls for they are the only things you'll need| Come closer as the bifocals uncover the stage| Release the hounds make him scream until there is no more left| One more is never enough multiply the sands| Create the castle| Then let the waves drain it away| The hurricane blow it away| The thunderstorms wash it awa...

The end of existence is only the beginning of a mental bondage with the soil from which we all rose| Last days become an everlasting recorded pixel| Those scriptures penned can only free your soul when nature is far from existence| The days pass by as the years fade past the months| Sitting lonesome| No one to hear your cries| No one to feel your pain| The sadness darkness caused| The flood from the rainy days| The eyes dissecting shadows| The eyes restating sorrows| Those illusions in the far feel like reality when happiness lacks| All you need is to dream for a better day| Then you will wake to a better tomorrow| For there are unfilled spaces in the masterpiece of your life's canvas left to paint|

Colorless within one color| Dismissed from the sound garden| One shake from three takes| No surprise of the reprise to the disguise with four eyes| Abstract conformed to retry| No more matter to gray| Bumps scratch red lines| More hair to disguise the image painted in paste| The paste re-entered by the toothache| The pain shackles bones| Splatters clones| Duplicating letters| Rearranging later| Endless colors starting at the line of the white matter| Enter the memory of a portrait splashed|

You have done so much without having to do anything| The presence of your being brought out my deepest feelings| In your presence I saw in me the boy who strides away| Holding in my thoughts from the ridicule I once fled| Forcing out my secrets in you I sought shelter| The protection I once begged| The agony I kept sheltered| You unlocked the code to my chest| Treasure hunting with you I saw the sunlight fade past the stars| The treasure I found in you is what kept hope inside my heart| Not one word assemble the sentences I feel for you become endless| The endless nights never seem enough| The toughest of my thoughts pale in comparison to the softness of your touch| Your eyes glow so ever bright| Your eyes show the eternity of my heart| My thoughts I hold you in| For the one day when I see you again| I hope you return the feeling so I can learn to love again|