Its Only WordsIt’s only words that fill this page My thoughts passing through this age Why are you reading me I’d like to know? Is it simply because I put them on show The question arises why do I? Bare my soul let you pry The only reason I can figure outIs that myself I must doubt For if I were so sure and content I would in silence know what is meant One fine day after I have untangled my rhythm I’ll come to this conclusion a final decision That my poetry is but for me learning curve The journey in which I myself observed To find that all words are but emotions Spelling in drops into a vast ocean So for now read my dictations from the heart I’ll soon be gone will have to depart For I will be wiser and so very sure Its only words there’s so much more MOONSHINEShe milked the moon for sunshine, her sustenance Collected and gathered wild stars that were shooting out into sempiternity When a veil of clouds covered the night sky ready for bursting tomorrows reasons Eye shutters closed curtains drawn on all incoming thoughts Into a dreamy poetical privacy of awakenings she drifted Sometimes even the darkness was just that little bit to bright Her imagination lit up the Universe already SHADOWS OF THE TONGUEWhen you read this poem look between the lines and words
Those blank spaces hide the real message to be heard Vibrational signals an intangible sequenced tone We pick up the denser heavier frequency shown Pauses and stops when the spirit breath enters A silent place pure quietness without stentor Every single letter that’s inked in a traced outline Is but a shadow cast from the invisible noted rhyme We cannot write with sacred light eyes never comprehend Our souls the metaphysical allow us to take and bend So to one another we converse speak the shadows tongue Words are just coded echoes of a feeling already spun Just as the stars light arrives to us so very much later So do the thoughts we think through voice or on paper From a place so deep as never could be described A spark ignited coming in through a cosmic tide Reverberations in song or scribed memories to become Even us we are but shadows speaking the shadows tongue
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