Mark Brown Poet Classicism

Place and Time

air makes no sound but even a whisper has  bass in 
               the voice of the wind.
                place and time to take the mask off of words, how to move?
                 what to show? when windows to the soul has people looking in.
                      image becomes the strings to puppets that grows longer
                  then Pinnocio's nose.
                 run as free as we want around gods-green-earth but
                 boomerangs will always come back to the point from where
                 they where thrown.
                 arrivals and departures . what comes back to me could be
                 nothing less then universal law.
                 so was the cost of all the old broken hearts given in exchange
                 for a life -time of pain , leaving mines permanently scared?
                      and if so ill place a smile on my face whenever I have to
                      carry this load.
                      re-reading pages, leaving book-marks on certain chapters im
                      shown sense in every mans life there is a story to be told.

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