Poetic Speech

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|

The pale face lie in a bold face disguise| Counteracts the saying which said to reverse the prior statements| Changes in the printing set in stone| Faces drawn with a scalpel| Opened and replaced by expressions lined in scorn| I'll mourn till the day you bring back that once natural condition for the people to learn from| Until you see the pain your implications caused| The nature of forgiveness will not blow with the wind| Nor rain in the spring| Melt with the glaciers| Nor row in the streams|