Adorn,
A page,
In worded colors
As their stage.
A poem,
Simple
Opens its Life’s cage,
And like a monarch
Butterfly,
Liberated from cocoon,
A whole new World begins,
Believe it or not,
But it’s like
Traveling to the Moon
On Poet’s Wings.
Adorn,
A page,
In worded colors
As their stage.
A poem,
Simple
Opens its Life’s cage,
And like a monarch
Butterfly,
Liberated from cocoon,
A whole new World begins,
Believe it or not,
But it’s like
Traveling to the Moon
On Poet’s Wings.
Positioning themselves,To live off of slanderCut the neck,Of the goose and the gander.
Always lookingFor the Unattainable,The desired PerfectionWe all dream ofAnd want.
In an insaneWorld,How do you cultivateDreams,When they’ve all beenBlurred,Where do you findThe strengthTo go on,When all is so absurdAll Truth and DecencyGone!Nothing said, nothing heardCan ever bring back,The innocence and hope,Of those who once believed,In a Better World.
Of Life the vent,It clears the head,It heals the heart,It gives some lives,A brand new start.
So many times are put aside,Not understood, told to beware,And said to be unfit,To guide, to give, to shareWhile demons in waitingWith forked tongue,Are allowed to skin us, bare.
I’m tired of thinking,Tired of mental percussions,That lead to no where,Things don’t ever,Really change,They just mutate,Into other discussion,That also don’t get you There.