Burden of the poet- the warningA Poem by isiah_holmesVast paragraph's Vast paragraph's Vast Paragraph's locked in this page Locked in the tree's remains, the homes of forest creatures Wailing owels, shamely birds; locked away in the silver cage Soft call's and men laugh at the etching The carving's, artistic sculptures made of stone We remain together in the page In this place of true unity, limitless phrases Soft, kind expression's of the subconscious Flashes of manic insanity-enlightenment True knowlege locked somewhere in this paper tab It kisses the nieve virgin on the toungue As a poet, a embodied scripture His mind, a collection of philosophy His art work, breathing new word's even to him The eloquence of his word's The lonely, wailing smile he grin's to each day He won't ever ware false smiles Plastered on his grand-sisters face His quiet conversations reveal incest Hateful love interest's, mistakes made by is father Locked in these soft pages Dirty with sin's of the mind, forbidden thought's The god's cast a joke on this youngster They plague him with power, abilities of emotion In his palm's he hold's the power to destroy nation's Locked in his mind is the key The key to the new age for his kind © 2013 isiah_holmes |
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