As always, I feel in me more vulnerability displaying my old poetry for all to read. As you may have already noticed, my life here in this cybersphere does not run a smooth timeline for all to read and to grasp as we may wish and see our lives that we lead.
My mind is timeless and the memories that it holds have no boundaries or limitations. I learned from a young age that I was able to dive into my dreams and explore the endless possibilities and depths of my fears and of life. I wonder sometimes if my experiences had led me to this space or if it was always within me.
My mind searches to match my emotions; flipping, twisting, bending the colors that fill my senses and my restless being. I feel love, pain, insecurity, blindness, hope, and the reassurance that I seek. Then it appears before me. It is an old poem that I had wrote back in 1991.
Triumphant cries of naked tongues
Whispers lured where silence lies
Walk through amber fields
Carry riches for brilliant feathered minds
Gather knowledge through their roots
They lived in hunger and breathed the air
Wind had taken the seeds out of their palms
Tangled in disguise rooted grass forms the nest
Mouth feeds the vulnerability
Security out of reach
Rapture of faith
A web of a thousand souls
Voices never heard the cries they ignored
Questions never answered
Portraits of misleading guides
To the Highest they ascribed
Mention not the truth
False alliances of their common faces
Lips closing in rage
6 years ago