ChameleonA Poem by TyChameleonKinetic, Electric and static in trickling radio wave energy Engineered acidity Yet the surface remains A façade, Your mask, To hide hurt. And I'd see, cloaked in shrieks, a crave to breach Teaching Katana piercing words And truth would rain down from James Baldwin’s heavy tongue, “Not everything that is faced can be changed, But nothing can be changed until it is faced.” And my mask, A cloud manifesting shadows that’d hide, or escape and scream, As the winds would dance gracefully Broadcasting patience; See, I’d savor the taste and scenes In adjacency; I've seen Chameleons transformed in camouflage And all along the river, Held in limbo and catch-22, wedged and lodged, A lily pad pond buoyancy, soul and purpose, would only abrade the turmoil. Your mask. A face of wonder Wandering about physical and emotional barriers, Standing in rooms of mirrors Projecting backward, Adamant adaptive survival tactics that’d prevent, And I’d use my mask to equate, Invent. Peace and power, Or to absorb cries for help poured over in boiling hot kettles, Of pride and satisfaction of others as the mercury rises, Unearthed in paleontologist's discoveries And masquerades. Proud I'd drowned in the sounds, Harmonic in gradient fade, Of each striking piano key sweet jazz tap tuned to an emanating parallel of hero and cape symphony, If that soothing, Complacency Would comfort over, As we remove our mask. © 2017 TyFeatured Review
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