The breath
Does fill my eyes
As I
Do see
The sound
Form around
your mouth
To spit
A feeling
Of purest emotion
To ground my head
From the souls
Of my feet
My feats
To Strive for greatness
Humbled in simplicity
I wait
For moments already past
False happiness
I revel in my Metaphysical
Knick-Knacs and Brick-a-Brac
With poetic silence
Broken unto the views
Of present past
How did we forget the sound of the setting sun?
To slowly rise
As the colors do envelop
My ear
Overwhelmed
To calm the mind
I breath
The unspoken vibrations
That have yet to hit the inner self
Though passed through
With thoughts intent
Time spent
I’m broke
With rich is
That word to live with
The eternal scroll
Forever looked upon
As we live ever on
This elevations peak
Simply gaining the answers in which we seek
Learn
From thoughts unsaid
Speak
To the silent prophecy
That guides the stoic tree
Of ancient age
To yearful ring
That noiseless bell
And drink from the driest well
I’m Parched
As the Parchment
For which I write upon
My cracked lips
Drip Blood
That quench the voice
To speak these truths
As our own free choice.
