Poetic Speech

I seem to get lost in this world and find a world filled by words| conjoined to form an image| An adventure in a landscape far away| Where I escape this land to navigate a page| From morning 'till dusk and not a sound escapes these lips| In this barren land created by another for me to explore| The loneliness I struggle with in my life gets pushed back| As I play the role of the protagonist and the diminutive backdrop| In sagas of life without rules| A moment of flips and stagnant gazes| As we relive our memories against the backdrop of these pages| Let this curiosity and anticipation for the future never depart| Fighting to close a chapter| I am left with three words to prolong the hope for this moment to never lose its course| An awakening to secrets once left in between a shelf in the up-most layer is reached| To behold the cryptics of a life once left out in cold| And held bound| Now forgotten in dust| Hidden in the darkness of exclusion| ...

A word once spoke is only heard through an opening in a cracked wall| Shrunk in the balance| Within strings moving from the wind's hold| Escaping push| Reinforced from strength of vibrations from a secluded silence|

With an ode I depict you a most gracious hope| Of hand in hand| Wading through a sea of hope| Catch a wave to ride along| Within its force towards a shore| Entwined within the ocean foam| Towards our paradise|

May Erato and Euterpe preside over me as I compose this devotion into poetry for Venus| And string one of cupid's arrow in her direction| That may one day pierce her skin and enter her heart| Where she will learn to love this composer as much as he loves the voice of his inspiration| Drift my view toward her vision in the skies above| As I strum a note worthy of Apollo's lyre| A noise which makes crystals from stones and the glass render clear| Let clouds steer my chariot towards her palace| Where we may someday reside together| In lands between the Hyperboreans and Ethiopians| With a love as pure as that shared between Pyramus and Thisbe| Emotions thunder with lightning struck from her touch| The body stands stiff like a stone at the sight of her eyes| She opened the box| Letting go of all the perils of the world| Leaving with me the last glimmer of hope| That one day these Myths will transcribe up from texts into reality| And bring the fores...

I love nature bare| Bare as the bears searching the rivers for salmon| Bare as the deer roaming the woods| Crossing the street until that fatal accident comes in the form of the bright light it sees just before the light shatters into pieces and darkness takes hold of the scene| I walk the rocky road bare| To feel those rough edges caress my feet| I sleep with no tent| The leaves from the trees are all the shelter I need| No backpack hunching my back| I search and gather my meals to fill the nourishment of my needs| The stars lead my way| So I hunt for the night| Without a compass and follow the glitters in the sky| I don't boast about my accomplishment| Because I have yet to accomplish anything| The shared journey between my feet and I as I bare my soles into mud| And cuddle without awakening my desires| Allowing them more sleep before they awake me from my dreams| Love every inch of land like this were your holy land| Black Elk speaks from cr...

I speak in Arawak| Therefore I am still a Taíno at heart| Mind, body, and 'Ba' exceed the conscious realm| Masqueraded in shadows inside the glow of decades past| A soulful gem| Extinct from the destruction the conquistadors spelled| Captured| Then placed inside the house of Rothschild| Headless horsemen Diluted and polluted with their lead| Eye witness news| And catch the next mythical fairy tale cloaked inside of the tube| Struggling for tribal dominance| My tribal mentality transcends the capacity of civilized chivalry and colonized misery|

If life is so beautiful, she showed herself to me covered in make-up| The play she portrayed brought cheers to the theater and a tear to her face| The mascara watered down and brought out the natural glow in her eyes| The stage now wet from emotions once struggling to appear| Placed caution to her every step brought forth from that moment on| The curtains rolled and she strolled back to wipe the mask from her face| The water washed her stains away| Revealing the hidden grace| And yet she stepped outside from outside that theater| Expecting fans with pens pushing forth for an autograph| Not one fan appeared| They all strolled along| Without taking notice of the bare face| Looking for attention| Another tear fell| This time without a smudge of make-up sliding along| She felt her skin colder than ever| She felt the tears| She felt the smog| Now without make-up to mask her face| She wallowed without notice| As her admirers forgot the face behind t...