a poem
by: myself

a poem that searches to find its way free.
free of the inadequate vocabulary that inhabits the abstract
form of conscious thought.
a poem fights to be voiced.
voiced by sound that is incomprehensible to none, distingushed
by its power of verbalization.
a poem yearns to hold emotion.
emotion that describes the surrid realism of pathetic attempts to
interact with sapiens that lack the compacity to feel.
a poem desires to be felt.
felt by hungry minds that feast upon words empowered by
voice, emotion, and soul. becoming gluttonous by rich, non-sweetened 100% real juice words.
words that are fueled by images in that comprehend dillusions
that trick or treat young or old minds into seeing illusions
that flicker and fade, that.....that.....that entice other minds to
join into the fold of higher consciousness that
will subject a thought to mind altering apparations that
change whole landscapes into surrid, realistic, painful
yet,
pleasurable words that are voiced with emotion that is felt by
ME! felt by YOU! felt by ALL!