Instead of speak to me, you choose to Re-Read silently...

I have an audience
who read what I write...
I have an audience
who feel the emotion of spoken word.
With metaphors and similes...
I have an audience
that consists of you and me.

So you read what I write?
Do you like?
And why do you feel that way,
about what I say?
How is it that you interpret,
my intellectual serpent?

Do you feel I speak to you?
Or do you feel I speak of me?
You should know, that answer lies in how you be...
If you feel something inside,
It must have been a memory,
that was powerful enough,
to withstand... love, lust and luck.
And thus,
Signaling your heart to reach into the dark,
And remember life, from these words I write.

What a feeling you must feel
when you secretly, knowingly and purposefully
re-read these words I spill...
Because I say what people don't want to hear,
words that confront their biggest fears...
And memories that were locked in a box.
And when the end was reached
How many times did you secretly re-read and re-read?

So please do read down,
from year to year,
on this blog,
my writings appear,
then disappear...
Only to be re-discovered

YouRs TruLy,

Secretly Re-Read and avoid the pain of speech

"Caterpillar to Butterfly"

Physical she never cries
She cries emotionally
deep in her heart where no one can see
cause she's aging mentally
and the dreams she once did mean
are beginning to feel like a distant memory

Even though she lives in the now
she still wonders how
it ever came to be
but the bed she did make
so the rest to sleep isn't dreamy

She likes the chase
of a familiar taste
and hides behind the spreading of no hate
cause her heart was captured as a young-in
and now she has matured into a woman

Her mind right
Her time might
fade into the light
the light of first site
from the darkness of her night
there is a faint light
that she fights with all her might

The road and path of righteous now seems past
Will eternal ever last
or will she breathe wearing a mask
and have days filled with tasks
to keep her mind away from time,
and mind controlling lines...

tears of a clown
that familiar sound
tears of a clown
When she releases from being bound
tears of a clown
when he wants her back
tears of a clown
when there is nothing left
tears of a clown is what he sings
when dollar signs evaporate from his dreams
and her young dreamS. and her maturing dreamS.. and her new real womanly dreamS..?

yOurs tRuly,
"Caterpillar to Butterfly"
Will I ever see the beauty of her flight?