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|