Poetic Speech

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|

Bright nights and dark days| Sorrow lingers as the youth play| Tanks run the streets while missiles fill the sky| A thunderstorm of bombs and a whirlwind of bullets fill the path| Run and run until my feet can no longer bear| Dodge and dodge until my head can no longer care| A new day creates another grave| Fill that hole with my hopes and dreams| Destroying my home while my children scream|

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|

How long is there to wait?| In dreams I see the day the morning fades| Night brings me once again closer| And so I chase dusk into dark| For days seem long when you long for the night|

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|