Poetic Speech

Claim those who hold a sign| For they see images hidden to the wandering eyes| In disguise we fool those who seek| Only to reveal our true selves to those who rarely speak| And bestow a detailed prose to the untrained for them to dissect| In their hearts and minds| Where one day they will learn to recite| And disclose the words I neglected to share| Held bound inside these hands so desperate to heal| If only through writings| Bringing the coveted details so that you may feel|

Explore beyond the road| The cement that corrodes bears the fruit| Unearthed by waters which erode|

Parables fumble in unprepared hands| Deprived of gifts bestowed to thee| As humans we seek shelter beneath a tree| When our feet become weak| And our needs extend beyond our means| As rain pours| It cleanses our soul| Dormant ideas start to grow| Yet we turn a blind eye| To what's before our sight| Taking the easy way| Shunning plights| Fighting is not a physical ordeal| It's more of a rejection to extol the almighty rule| Exploring alternatives to fables disguised as facts| Letters shredded in half| Eulogies embedded on a golden calf| The story was written for you to digest| The ending inside your hands| Inside your thoughts is the rest|

Implore these ponderous ways| Us serenading the skies| Even in storms| Striking our view from windows opening| Allow these winds to carry us aside| Willows sending messages| Beside our castle| Moats flourish| Ships sinking as we swim| Preserve these memories inside a vase| Hide taxing injuries beneath your bed| The gate was cleared for you to enter| Welcoming warmth exuding your hands| Guidance is mind| Clear perception leads the steps| Forward motion hinders static| Momentum stagnating water| Waves uncovering treasures in mass| Present seeks to eradicate the past| Holding a steady hand| Embracing your warmth| In frigid times two become one| Plural generations transgress| Depressed digressions drumming their noise| Clamours amplified inside our ears| Crystallised tears shine upon your face| Your stride personifies elegance| Culprits sequestered within your reverence| In you is the story sought| Revise...

Arriving through the pasture| The willows creep| Eyes scrutinise the prey| Running between pebbles| Callous feet stomp the mother's seeds| Careless| Carefree| Long to be| Within meadows the clouds weep| Seeking forgiveness form negligence| Humbled by noises giving their reverence| Impervious to storms| We run| Mountains cross bridges| Jumping across streams| And gleaming| They reveal Hornbeams| The smile trekking gaps| Filtering smudge| Clearing screens| What is to become| Could have already been| Hunching before the path| Tracks on the sides clear forested lands| Blending combinations| Morphing to one complication| Problems drown out solutions| Before we find the fruit| We slowed to rest for the night|

Most get lost in this world| As life is one giant cul-de-sac| And ways seem wrong when directions steer you right| Navigating ways toward the finish line| Where there awaits a parade and rewards engraved with your name|

Will light be reaching for the night to hide what's to come?| Behind the shade shadows sojourn| Holding on to the last glimmer of light| To shine upon your face| As our stoic glares claim emotions we hid| Shinning bright Into those eyes| Where I see myself as a reflection inside your thoughts|

Those days which linger| Behind the minutes| Beyond the moments| Inside of those stories| That regale our feelings| Emotion asunder into higher plains| Ambiguous inside those terrains| Rain wipes the fear we shouted to hear| Masking those tears you held back for years| The sheer madness we carry towards our darkness| In the darkest hour we awake| In a desolate plateau we find where to play| Running behind the shade from moons of mornings past| Entrapped in our enclosure looking for water to soak our wish| Drowning in our sea of creations towards lands we swim| Headed into the vastness of the abyss of our theory| We wrote an autobiography ourselves could not authorise| In demise we find ways to counteract| The balance unchanged on a walker's path| In latent reactions our smiles find the perfect opening| Falling into the ocean as our spirits keep souring| Times change not by the hands of time| Which were shackled bound inside a cavernous d...

In a world where we crash and burn| Our ashes dissipate inside winds| the remnants spew| Facts churn out from clues| Evidence held bound beneath our eyes| While the rhetoric spell the words inside their lies|

If  minute travesties expanded time to finish the tragedy| In a stage mourned and sorrowed| Rose petals tore down the curtains stained from wars we crafted beneath our arguments| And augmented dialogue unfinished| Filling in blank spaces with sounds of our surroundings| Listening amongst the outside| Where the tickets we sold amounted to nothing more than reflections mixed inside our show| We exposed to the world a stage in reality| Yet all they did was witness nothing more than a comedy|   And scorned our characters because we couldn't do more| In their suggestions we grow| But from their judgement the reflections glow| And shine a light with screams of realisations| The writers became the audience|   And finally  they see that the secrets beneath their seats| Were only truths they chose to hide behind| The words they knew not the meaning of| Their hands clapping and asking for more| In stages the meaning of seeing become a blinding ref...

I've stepped on the backside of my memories past| To avoid all the potholes cementing our path| Not bearing my skin to the callousness of the rough roads we've crossed| I've stared and admired your face from a birds eye view-| every single detail recorded and shelved inside a safe-| As shoulders lifted me higher to see you sitting there waiting for someone to sit by your side| And so I waded across oceans just to grasp and hold you in my arms| To keep you safe from the perils and desolation| Isolation has succumbed| Softly reciting prose that come from my heart that I longed but shied away from revealing| Until I knew your ears were out there seeking my words| And so I came knowing that my chances were cemented inside the glare with which you stared| And showed me that the long road to love was only a step away|