My message lies hidden inside the mist of the lead with which it spreads|
I hold embedded the pains and shackles in which many lay|
I show no fear in the words forming inside my innermost thoughts|
My eyes blinded with fury after many years of being manipulated with lies|
Minuscule the bigger picture shackled in frame|
I maintain that message|
Which formed as I skimmed through pages of manuscripts|
They did not want me to read|
I searched and found my voice hidden inside a mountain cave sitting dormant|
Subversive beneath a cemetery in the woods of fight and glory|
Pride and justice|
Beacon of hope for the restless|
House of terror for the investors|
The dream arose from a sleepwalker walking along the divided line|
Enchanted by the beauty in the words inside of a ghetto|
In the middle of nowhere|
No one to listen|
But I listened and arose|
Cleared my throat|
And out came a menacing voice|
Toned vibes for the tone deaf|
They chose to not hear|
But I wondered|
And cried|
And laughed|
And begged|
And listened to those in fear|
I hold embedded the pains and shackles in which many lay|
I show no fear in the words forming inside my innermost thoughts|
My eyes blinded with fury after many years of being manipulated with lies|
Minuscule the bigger picture shackled in frame|
I maintain that message|
Which formed as I skimmed through pages of manuscripts|
They did not want me to read|
I searched and found my voice hidden inside a mountain cave sitting dormant|
Subversive beneath a cemetery in the woods of fight and glory|
Pride and justice|
Beacon of hope for the restless|
House of terror for the investors|
The dream arose from a sleepwalker walking along the divided line|
Enchanted by the beauty in the words inside of a ghetto|
In the middle of nowhere|
No one to listen|
But I listened and arose|
Cleared my throat|
And out came a menacing voice|
Toned vibes for the tone deaf|
They chose to not hear|
But I wondered|
And cried|
And laughed|
And begged|
And listened to those in fear|
Very powerful words. I've said this before, but your poems are almost lyrical and almost beg to be read/shouted out loud. That is a true gift.
ReplyDeletei agree with what krouth said :)
ReplyDeleteThis is a great poem. I agree with Krouth as well; very powerful.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite lines in particular: "I searched and found my voice hidden inside a mountain cave siting dormant, subversive beneath a cemetery in the woods of fight and glory, pride and justice, beacon of hope for the restless, house of terror for the investors."
I think I am going to keep that particular line as a quote :). As someone who is very politically-inclined, I can identify heavily with the feelings of this poem.