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|

The nature of the presence lies inside the essence of the adolescents| Contradictions dictate the distinctions that lie under compositions| As journeys are told| The deceptions are being sold| Those who seek to find truth| Explore the abandoned cave| Latent in a forested land| Drought of light yet filled by embrace| Cataclysmic explosions spreading sparks| Soak the leaves| Anew autumn begins| The presence exceeds past tenses of future sights and memories trapped inside our past| Excavate that hidden past to build yourself a new path| And lead the others outside that mentality| We so longed to outcast|

Eyes witness the dryness of the land| The darkness in their veins| The blindness that hinders light| Patience in my day| But worry when I lay| The heat dissipates and coldness drifts my way| Struggles come and go| But the battle knows no end| It grows as chatter ends and the silence begins| And we wave the white flag| when we know our bare hands can no longer beg| And our mouths become dry from the screams we shout their way| I close my eyes| But the sounds keep knocking at my door and they will never stop|

I'm troubled by the lack of colors inside the seams that create my dreams| And sound in the noise which create my screams| A dead weight in the liveliness of my stride| Outer-limits enclosed the clairvoyance of my wondering eyes| Shades in illumination| Inner-beauty shackled in the enclosure of the inner mind| Into the open voices of an echoing path| Muddy dirt in puddles washed into mountains| Creating sweet fresh streams to bring life to a lifeless scene| A lonely road we must walk upon to reach the depth of the surface we were first brought on| And a gray scenic route exposed a rainbow inside a dormant cave| Glowing below a wind that sets the sea to waves| And waves exposed the deepest earth to the outer light it escaped for so long|