Poetic Speech

I am| The one true hope| The story they once told| A legend revealed from the unknown| Secrets kept hidden inside mist| Trapped inside the safe layered in bricks| Destination for the lost| A quiet hush| They kept lowered inside a scream| Succumbed from a dream| The outdoors we misuse| To stay inside trapped next to our material delusions we so often abuse| The truth not yet exposed| Overdue| And so often we assume fact from the lies we were told since youth| The home where we rest| But see only when our place in line is finally due| And our futures become subdued|

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|

As lasting days spring from dawn| And gazing skies move beyond| A clouded daze keeps your image alive| Blowing winds bring the scent of you on desolate hills| In them they bring the feel from your hugs| I only wish they would hug me into the life beyond| As it blows and sings that mesmerizing song from your lips| I feel myself fall asleep| Wrapped in the warmness of your kiss|

A breathing ghost sent flashes of past judgments and old habits| The view was witnessed with eyes closed| In a distant memory that reappeared as the casket closed| Rain swept across my face| Down the land that saw me rest| And met with a cold stare| In a gloomy sky that reflected off the shining path| A space to resurrect| Manifested from a departing cloud| Giving room for light to shine| To breed with the wet dew| In that land where my memories rest| And a sudden adventure began| The roots grew a single rose on top the concrete slab that gave the sky a new area to glow|

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|