Poetic Speech

Line leaked inked surfaces| Space between the present| Barred settings set inside oblivion| Opening salvo moving with dilatory effects| Results heard from obscure dialects| Runic text draw displays of foreseen prophecies| And prophecies conjure text messages shortened for those who dread dialogue| Lost winds of times bring back storms of cannonade and attached fogged signs| Songs ring the blaze with glory| Madness enhanced and manifested inside your story| Sing the chorus| Deafening the choir's symphonic notes| You lull to sleep from dreams of feelings lost on a highway towards bleak| Of images not drawn rather sewn through sleep| Stages set in spaces explore unseen| Lucid bereavement straining and hanging a noose on your life's regalement|

I've shared views with those who do not understand| Stated my opinions to those who care not what I think| Exceeded my head with rambling voices| They came to me for advice| Though they did not heed the noise| Gave me suggestions though they did not heed my choice| Still I speak| If only they cared enough to give a minute of their time| Perhaps wishful thinking might guide one toward my plans| I've gone through stages of plights| Weathered the fight| Isolation became my dearest friend through the longest walks| 

At moments| A view escapes| Glory explores faunas of mythical creatures| Inside believers| We all consume tales| Embracing hopes of dreams| Only vivid through the thoughts we bring| Counting clues till the day we see again| The glance mirrors our own| Exposed only when seen through our esoteric soul| Thinking commences a spark to light a plain| Build a new terrain| With these moments| We conjure sporadic obelisks|

If ever there were magic to be held| In the presence of your voice the words are spelled| A spirited ritual form the movements with which you glide| Exposes the firmament as a reflection in your eyes| Brightness burns within your heart| You illuminate the skies| Igniting a feeling| Set a flame| Which spark my aspirations to write messages buried beneath a poem that spells your name|

The nature of the presence lies inside the essence of the adolescents| Contradictions dictate the distinctions that lie under compositions| As journeys are told| The deceptions are being sold| Those who seek to find truth| Explore the abandoned cave| Latent in a forested land| Drought of light yet filled by embrace| Cataclysmic explosions spreading sparks| Soak the leaves| Anew autumn begins| The presence exceeds past tenses of future sights and memories trapped inside our past| Excavate that hidden past to build yourself a new path| And lead the others outside that mentality| We so longed to outcast|

Eyes witness the dryness of the land| The darkness in their veins| The blindness that hinders light| Patience in my day| But worry when I lay| The heat dissipates and coldness drifts my way| Struggles come and go| But the battle knows no end| It grows as chatter ends and the silence begins| And we wave the white flag| when we know our bare hands can no longer beg| And our mouths become dry from the screams we shout their way| I close my eyes| But the sounds keep knocking at my door and they will never stop|

Bright nights and dark days| Sorrow lingers as the youth play| Tanks run the streets while missiles fill the sky| A thunderstorm of bombs and a whirlwind of bullets fill the path| Run and run until my feet can no longer bear| Dodge and dodge until my head can no longer care| A new day creates another grave| Fill that hole with my hopes and dreams| Destroying my home while my children scream|

Have you ever held life in your hands and caressed moments with your fingertips?| Like water they escape through the holes within your grasp| Washing away never returning to their rightful place| In your hands you hold a strong and powerful source| Keep them bare| Never cover or ever let go of the most important things as you hold your hands high to look into moments in a new ray of light|

How long is there to wait?| In dreams I see the day the morning fades| Night brings me once again closer| And so I chase dusk into dark| For days seem long when you long for the night|

I am| The one true hope| The story they once told| A legend revealed from the unknown| Secrets kept hidden inside mist| Trapped inside the safe layered in bricks| Destination for the lost| A quiet hush| They kept lowered inside a scream| Succumbed from a dream| The outdoors we misuse| To stay inside trapped next to our material delusions we so often abuse| The truth not yet exposed| Overdue| And so often we assume fact from the lies we were told since youth| The home where we rest| But see only when our place in line is finally due| And our futures become subdued|

I'm troubled by the lack of colors inside the seams that create my dreams| And sound in the noise which create my screams| A dead weight in the liveliness of my stride| Outer-limits enclosed the clairvoyance of my wondering eyes| Shades in illumination| Inner-beauty shackled in the enclosure of the inner mind| Into the open voices of an echoing path| Muddy dirt in puddles washed into mountains| Creating sweet fresh streams to bring life to a lifeless scene| A lonely road we must walk upon to reach the depth of the surface we were first brought on| And a gray scenic route exposed a rainbow inside a dormant cave| Glowing below a wind that sets the sea to waves| And waves exposed the deepest earth to the outer light it escaped for so long|

As lasting days spring from dawn| And gazing skies move beyond| A clouded daze keeps your image alive| Blowing winds bring the scent of you on desolate hills| In them they bring the feel from your hugs| I only wish they would hug me into the life beyond| As it blows and sings that mesmerizing song from your lips| I feel myself fall asleep| Wrapped in the warmness of your kiss|

A breathing ghost sent flashes of past judgments and old habits| The view was witnessed with eyes closed| In a distant memory that reappeared as the casket closed| Rain swept across my face| Down the land that saw me rest| And met with a cold stare| In a gloomy sky that reflected off the shining path| A space to resurrect| Manifested from a departing cloud| Giving room for light to shine| To breed with the wet dew| In that land where my memories rest| And a sudden adventure began| The roots grew a single rose on top the concrete slab that gave the sky a new area to glow|

I seem to get lost in this world and find a world filled by words| conjoined to form an image| An adventure in a landscape far away| Where I escape this land to navigate a page| From morning 'till dusk and not a sound escapes these lips| In this barren land created by another for me to explore| The loneliness I struggle with in my life gets pushed back| As I play the role of the protagonist and the diminutive backdrop| In sagas of life without rules| A moment of flips and stagnant gazes| As we relive our memories against the backdrop of these pages| Let this curiosity and anticipation for the future never depart| Fighting to close a chapter| I am left with three words to prolong the hope for this moment to never lose its course| An awakening to secrets once left in between a shelf in the up-most layer is reached| To behold the cryptics of a life once left out in cold| And held bound| Now forgotten in dust| Hidden in the darkness of exclusion| ...

A word once spoke is only heard through an opening in a cracked wall| Shrunk in the balance| Within strings moving from the wind's hold| Escaping push| Reinforced from strength of vibrations from a secluded silence|

With an ode I depict you a most gracious hope| Of hand in hand| Wading through a sea of hope| Catch a wave to ride along| Within its force towards a shore| Entwined within the ocean foam| Towards our paradise|

May Erato and Euterpe preside over me as I compose this devotion into poetry for Venus| And string one of cupid's arrow in her direction| That may one day pierce her skin and enter her heart| Where she will learn to love this composer as much as he loves the voice of his inspiration| Drift my view toward her vision in the skies above| As I strum a note worthy of Apollo's lyre| A noise which makes crystals from stones and the glass render clear| Let clouds steer my chariot towards her palace| Where we may someday reside together| In lands between the Hyperboreans and Ethiopians| With a love as pure as that shared between Pyramus and Thisbe| Emotions thunder with lightning struck from her touch| The body stands stiff like a stone at the sight of her eyes| She opened the box| Letting go of all the perils of the world| Leaving with me the last glimmer of hope| That one day these Myths will transcribe up from texts into reality| And bring the fores...

I love nature bare| Bare as the bears searching the rivers for salmon| Bare as the deer roaming the woods| Crossing the street until that fatal accident comes in the form of the bright light it sees just before the light shatters into pieces and darkness takes hold of the scene| I walk the rocky road bare| To feel those rough edges caress my feet| I sleep with no tent| The leaves from the trees are all the shelter I need| No backpack hunching my back| I search and gather my meals to fill the nourishment of my needs| The stars lead my way| So I hunt for the night| Without a compass and follow the glitters in the sky| I don't boast about my accomplishment| Because I have yet to accomplish anything| The shared journey between my feet and I as I bare my soles into mud| And cuddle without awakening my desires| Allowing them more sleep before they awake me from my dreams| Love every inch of land like this were your holy land| Black Elk speaks from cr...