The Unspoken Poet #16 :
Unprecedented shame
May take a body by force
As not all unwritten rules
Happen to be par for the course
The poet thought he knew what to do
He conjured up a plan
He wrote it out in thousands of words
That he till then kept to himself
He'd take a gamble and speak aloud
One time only he'd be unbound
Make or break were the terms
On which he thought he could confirm
Wether mind and matter do concern
The positive distortion of his soul
To take their rightfull place in life
One must earn their colours
By partaking in ventures that might not seem right
To the glance of the first
But onlookers may say a lot
In the aftermath usually all seems wrong
It may take the man a day
To get down to the point
But he'll get there anyway
As he's dedicated to his cause
So then and there he took up arms
And suited himself with confidence
He marched from his backtown home
Into the unknown providence
Where she sat playing music near the trees
Maintaining balance skillfully
As she crossed a river atop tumbled trees
Playing music to keep up continuïty
He followed swimming after her
As the river beat down upon him
He ventured up the stream
Called out to her so she'd turn round
As he pulled himself out of the water
The resonating sound of his voice
A shackle to the matter
The world grows darker every day
But yellow lights make way for dawn
They pave the road for glorious songs
As some prove their might
In the silent echo of the night