I sit back and I wonder....
Is this life I pursue
Really worth the trouble...?
Have I really been overdue for a life with some comfort?
Do I really deserve peace of mind while I slumber?
Have I really earned a smile on this stone cover?
Poetry is emotion..
Bred out of frustration, anger....
Then devotion...
Built on glass hangers...
And love sets it in motion...
Words painting compassion
On a canvas left open...
Thoughts scream in silence
From mouths left choking...
Smiles pour fiction
From a blood river flowing...
Day after day, it never ends... These thoughts flow like the river bends, to and fro the story blends, to let go would be purgatory in existence...
I watched it drown,
When I said goodbye...
In a tattered black gown,
I thought I let her die...
Head hung down,
Soul started to cry....
(Heartbeat)
(Heartbeat)
It stirs....
It climbs...
She's coming back to life,
Her voice no longer stifled inside,
Her souls fully revived,
She's finally alive!
Much to my surprise...
Poetry has no demise...
Art lives deep inside,
The souls inner pride...
Can't keep it quiet,
The colors bright riot,
Will bend the perception of our blind silence....
Art has no limits....
Whether it be sound,
Written,
Or lyrics...
We were born with gifts of difference,
So we can share from all our experiences,
So we can grow with stillness,
So we can love in greatness...
So why do we limit ourselves? Why bother with no color behind the vail? Are we really alive if we can't prevail....?
~Bones~
