The Pen Is Just So Much Mightier

I could never explain how I feel On air, waves of sounds escaping what I could no longer hear Aggravation lingers on the tongue How it burns, perpetually, embedding anger on taste buds I will remember the taste of defeat, eternally Dull, so Dull, hums this high pitched Innocence If I can't tell my story in the voice that I want to I’d rather be silent forever The pen flows so easily Blackest inks stain my felt tip Passion! How it twists my heart into complicated Mazes, interlocking, crisscrossing Things I’ve never thought of before The blood of contemplation runs clear as diamonds caught in eclipses Torrents of ecstasy, Free falling over J A G Ged rocks, waterfalls, creating Prisms Bam, Bam, Bam Relives pressures on joints that hold Industrial hearts together, oil may no longer ease this New age technological emotion on addictive highs I never even knew of until I thought about it Two Double Oh Seven for sure I consider myself to be something I’m not really sure of But I do love to imply mystery in reflections that others see Honestly, complexity isn’t my best asset, only others believe this is what I am As long as I believe in what I stand for It is fine if my tongue flails but my pen soars