The Character

Can I write to believe ?

Can I write to deceive ?

Can my character be preserved  ?

In world where I might go unheard ?

I walk, in this mundane world

Realizing that beauty is around

But, its unseen

For to see it.

One must venture into ones mind to achieve it

Poetry, the minds gateway to the liberation

My liberation

To see these rhymes that tall and tale

Speak louder than an actor such as Christian Bail

My soul is unrest sometimes

It flails around like a fish in a stream

I cant express it

Because it whispers

It whispers in letters

Cold, hot letters

For the mind and soul can only decipher these things.

Only to make one wonder.

Poetry grips one to feel free

It captivates one to understand

To feel

To question

Our lives are dictated by such ways

Its only when ones words stay

Chanted

A revolution

Poetry to me is revolution

It unlocks the consciousness an brings use together,

For whatever that be

It’s quiet  express that goes unheard

Like a flock of swan

Its sees you

But you cant see it

It grips you down

With unseen hit

I know

That maybe a little exaggerated

But to me

Its truth

Truth

I seek truth everywhere

But truth is undefined

Even as a scientist

Knowing sometimes

Never works

For I must venture

Beyond my studies

Something that can make me wonder

Bring me out of reality

Poetry

Poetry

Speak as it does

For life isn’t all black and white

I should know

As does everyone

But the line cant be defined sometimes

Only a written verse maybe my own conclusion

For now let the words guide to me to something greater

Now or later

Not here or there

That’s what poetry mean to me.