Posts for June 25, 2016 (page 2)

Vision burns the eyes
Technicolor Skyline
Constant voices whisper 

Poem 25, June 25             

To Write  

I never had to leave the place
I called home, nor forget the community
where my beliefs, values, & concepts
endure. I am a product of my environment.  

I never gave up my speech,
nor changed my face,
nor regretted my uneven landscape intercepts
to favor a greater society’s torment.  

I never fought positive change to the land
I love. I fought the idea of making an escape
to some other place; I have gone in search of self,
ridge to ridge, on foreign soil, but more  

& more words take me inward,
images, & feelings unite on the landscape
of my soul that defines me, has me assert myself
that I, without wings, may soar  

& be
& become
& give form to the voice
I always heard.

you’d think it’d seem
more of a give rather
than a take to see your eyes
scan through mine beyond the crowd
as if my face wasn’t impressionable
enough to stain your mind with
afterthoughts like some
freckle you can’t shake lose of your skin. 

yet it’s rather comforting knowing
the fate of my being isn’t
rested between your fingertips
like we’re some rugged puppetry
and im yearning for your guidance. 

as if my features being so
unmemorable is a strain of release
with the comforting thought
that everything within you
is imaginitive.