Where Are the Words

Where are the words

that speak elegant 

crescents of ceasing

to exist in a time

continuum of infinite

matter,

bones ignited,

frail finited,

incapable of staying

in tact,

reasons a blur

of mixed emotions,

belonging to one

alone.

Where are the words

to illuminate the eyes,

holes of compacted souls 

diverged through two 

arenas,

so grand

and magnificent,

the lucky 

who don’t see the 

melancholy drafts,

composed with delirium

once edited.

Where are the words that

prohibit

shallow cerebrations,

because humanity

is too oblivious to notice

that we are 

humanity

and we alone 

choose what we see,

we judge how we

would like to configure the

unique structure

of a being,

always unique.

Where are the words

to elucidate anything?

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Lovely job. I'm speechless. My apologies.

[demureminds]

Haha thanks

[Antonio Valentino]

the words are always there.. its just finding someone to say them to us isnt it..

you know i read quite a bit of poetry and most of it just falls flat on the floor, lacking any kind of permanence and longevity.. but not yours my friend..

your words, are part of the pulsation that reverberate throughout.. the bones of time

oh btw.. i loved this lol

:)

[demureminds]

I find that my free verse poem seem to rise up above my edited ones for some reason. And thanks!

[Antonio Valentino]

anything free will always fly higher yes

so please, keep soaring.. you are the dove in my blue..

:)