Poetic Speech

Strings attached| Cache denied| Paperbacks ripped from its spine| Hardcovers hardened with time| Spaces filled in the gaps| Phrases created the lines| Behind the letters began| Forming sounds repeated through you and I| Escaping| A lesson learned| Deciphered| Counteractions counting down through interactions| Digesting the outcome in fractions| Contraptions displayed the thought to backtrack that misguided sidetrack which once started| Now sits second in line| Waiting impatiently to shine| Bright nights disturb my sleep| Endless ramblings create my dreams| Sidelined spectators cheer on my struggles if only heard through my screams| Writing these prose to speak the unheard noises succumbed from your voice|

In the words of a poem my speech may be impaired| Captured dictations slither in to your skin| Phases wrapped in phrases| Ridicules left behind in praises| But we stride and march beyond the line| Perhaps My words will one day make emotional zeniths for you to climb| Helping you see the forgotten lands you left behind| And explore the new purlieus that await beyond|

And night's regales ascend infinity| Tranquil battalions march forth hostility| Scenes of yonder bewilderment transport domestic legacies| left uncharted penetrated in ruins| Brewing rivers with honey residue| The taste leaves a covet trait| The burn is a degree of pain| Shadows lurk in the cave you once dwelled| Abstract forms morphing to each thought| Illusions replace the vision you once sought| And yet we think of ways to say| That what we once fled is only a nightmare away|

I came out the dark hole| with a new light on the untold| And written notes from the bark's roots| Transforming riddles into unknown truths|

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|

I've shared views with those who do not understand| Stated my opinions to those who care not what I think| Exceeded my head with rambling voices| They came to me for advice| Though they did not heed the noise| Gave me suggestions though they did not heed my choice| Still I speak| If only they cared enough to give a minute of their time| Perhaps wishful thinking might guide one toward my plans| I've gone through stages of plights| Weathered the fight| Isolation became my dearest friend through the longest walks| 

At moments| A view escapes| Glory explores faunas of mythical creatures| Inside believers| We all consume tales| Embracing hopes of dreams| Only vivid through the thoughts we bring| Counting clues till the day we see again| The glance mirrors our own| Exposed only when seen through our esoteric soul| Thinking commences a spark to light a plain| Build a new terrain| With these moments| We conjure sporadic obelisks|