Poetic Speech

One tree falls down and that's an industry| One leaf slides down and that's the misery| A building is placed and that's the scenery| The waters is privatized and that's the tyranny|

Disgusting in the eyes of the misinformed| Mistaken by the mislead illusions depicted in the fog from the shower's storm| The rose grew from a muddy field| The grass departed to make room| No pesticide could dilute the pest that grew more than less| less space to place the bird's nest| Wind moves side to side| The silence reappears when the calm's inside| Outside is reserved for the storm| No reservations needed| Undertake the undertaker with a pitchfork| Slowly awakening| It's in that time we all choose to hide| Run fast on the opposite side| Slide down the snowy hill with that brand new sled| She bled for days| Stomach outburst from being misfed| Dead fungus on the wooden stove coerce the flames away| A new day arises when the winds blow away| She stayed in the same lane heading in the same direction| Concluding in the end of the road| Resulting in a dead end|

He went for the wild chase| Then ended up getting freaky on the third date| Make no mistakes while the bed shakes| It's the shots going around town| He escaped the rifle shots and now hiding with Elmer's mom from outta town| He's being real cautious| Cause this season is duck hunt| Now what a wild bunch| The bunny's still asleep| In the meantime it's time to come up with a wild hunch| Munching on some skunk meat| Before he heads out| He gave Elmer's mom one last treat| With a disguise he heads for the rabbit hole| It says "occupied!"| Now he's forced to use the back door| Turned out to be the trap door| Shot a bullet as he rang the bell| The bunny heads out and runs around while he picks his beak that was shot down| Oh no!| Now Elmer's on the lookout| He started looking for the bunny| But now look at what he found| It's that dagnabbit rabbit and a duck with his beak put on backwards| It must b...

Give me the liberty to write a page| Exercise my pen| As the ink form the words into sentences| The similes and metaphors personifying my letters| Bringing them to life| Like shards of glass breaking apart| Broken into pieces waiting to be picked up| Wanting to be recycled and reused| Perhaps manipulated into something more helpful for those in need of it more than I| Why not reuse it?| There's no clear definition to define the use for this glass| More than one use| More than one flavor for different tastes to consume that which is inside| Why Have such beautiful china kept closed inside| Might be a treasure to be admired and shared with only those you love| Yet we are all apart of the same family| Shouldn't that beauty be open for the world to see and use?| It might be of a better use to someone in need of a drink|

I hope to leave my life gracious with greatness| So that one day you remember the smiles and the frowns| The ups and the downs| All that is beautiful juxtaposed to all that is frightful| The words and the sounds| The wins and the losses| May one day see you grow to your perfect form| And you remember and recite this poem| Never forget those before nor forsake those after| I hope to leave you with the lessons of life| So that one day you may give back the gift of life| Don't let grief get the best of you| For I will always seek to guide and direct you toward the finish line|