Biproducts of thought

Calmly, and potent,
as the city line speaks,
and the clouds think strategic,
breaking ground at my feet.
No way I can I capture,
life,
calmly in laughter,
I see life through a lens,
and read death by the chapter.
Express to me the core,
and be sure it is pure
in it's basics, and play music
in it's silent notation.
let the mind open wide,
and feed depth in her faces,
lets let ignorance cringe...
in it's violent impatience.
I see almost too vacant,
expressions in thought
that think nothing at all
of the things pager taught.
We are yesterdays lost and found,
we have fought to become all that we are;
The page is my skin when penmarked it is sacred.