Poetic Speech

There's a strange feeling that grows where the mountains glow| Lilacs mascaraed an earthy feel| Glares pass cadences from poems of past| Holding reverence in an ever-changing world| Weighing upon Atlas' shoulders| Strength comes in vexing times| Through smiles and gales| The concoction of a tragedy never fails| As we plunge towards the depths of a well| Our voices recorded and echoed where we fell| The story will be foretold as a myth once experienced| Expired from memory| Bellowed from a clergy| The cycle ending with a cry from her belly|

Would you exceed in compassion if you lived through destruction?| You know| Most of us don't bother until we live through the pathos| It is not what we witness| But what we experience that brings forth compassion| Sad isn't it?| Looking at someone else we only complain| Not until it is our turn do we stand|

If death tangles its claws in the dead of night and my redemption should arrive| I greet it with open arms| Grant me one last hug| Squeeze the life out of our last waltz| Hold my hands for I do not know the way-| Guide my steps through the star-less night| Memories fade away when eyes hold no fray| Standing together on an endless path| Dancing to our song| One last rendition before we lose each other to the notes strum| Singing a farewell to the ones we held strong|

Strings attached| Cache denied| Paperbacks ripped from its spine| Hardcovers hardened with time| Spaces filled in the gaps| Phrases created the lines| Behind the letters began| Forming sounds repeated through you and I| Escaping| A lesson learned| Deciphered| Counteractions counting down through interactions| Digesting the outcome in fractions| Contraptions displayed the thought to backtrack that misguided sidetrack which once started| Now sits second in line| Waiting impatiently to shine| Bright nights disturb my sleep| Endless ramblings create my dreams| Sidelined spectators cheer on my struggles if only heard through my screams| Writing these prose to speak the unheard noises succumbed from your voice|

In the words of a poem my speech may be impaired| Captured dictations slither in to your skin| Phases wrapped in phrases| Ridicules left behind in praises| But we stride and march beyond the line| Perhaps My words will one day make emotional zeniths for you to climb| Helping you see the forgotten lands you left behind| And explore the new purlieus that await beyond|

And night's regales ascend infinity| Tranquil battalions march forth hostility| Scenes of yonder bewilderment transport domestic legacies| left uncharted penetrated in ruins| Brewing rivers with honey residue| The taste leaves a covet trait| The burn is a degree of pain| Shadows lurk in the cave you once dwelled| Abstract forms morphing to each thought| Illusions replace the vision you once sought| And yet we think of ways to say| That what we once fled is only a nightmare away|

I came out the dark hole| with a new light on the untold| And written notes from the bark's roots| Transforming riddles into unknown truths|