The Poem in My Mind
It is all in my mind
you might say; Yes ..
everything I know and
I know everything.
It's those poems in my head
that can never be expressed
in words music or in deeds
The poem in my head that is
connected to my soul's being.
If the poem in my mind were
to be uttered,I assume – would
sound like the whirlwind
And there are no mnemonics
to allow the poem freedom to speak.
These poems are shadows of
my past and the oracles of our future.
Many poems born in my head
concerning wisdom and love.
Poems of outrage-apologies
never received or made.
Poems of empathy and compassion
Poems that have taken me
places that I have never been
or that I have visited before.
The poems in my head recite
silently the unrealized dreams
Poems inspiring faith
In the flesh of my reality.
Poems connecting me
to the human emotions
Alerting me to feel what you feel,
To think how I might come to
understand your difficulties.
Enabling me to Connect
to your Joy and your pain
The depth of life's secrets
allowing me to smile at
what you don't say.
React to the sounds
you don't make.
And to know the reason
that you smile back at me.
While the poems that we write are wonderful
and the scripts are acted out in
some awesome performance we portray.
It is when we turn our eyes away...
and Blink! It is then we think
how deeply the still waters run
in the rivers of our memory banks.
We listen to the masterpieces in our heads-
though, we cannot speak or scribe-
nor describe- The knowing runs deep;
Deep into the fibers of our roots.
The poem in my mind, I presume if heard
would sound a bit like the whirlwind.
The Poem in My Mind
It is all in my mind
you might say; Yes ..
everything I know and
I know everything.
It's those poems in my head
that can never be expressed
in words music or in deeds
The poem in my head that is
connected to my soul's being.
If the poem in my mind were
to be uttered,I assume – would
sound like the whirlwind
And there are no mnemonics
to allow the poem freedom to speak.
These poems are shadows of
my past and the oracles of our future.
Many poems born in my head
concerning wisdom and love.
Poems of outrage-apologies
never received or made.
Poems of empathy and compassion
Poems that have taken me
places that I have never been
or that I have visited before.
The poems in my head recite
silently the unrealized dreams
Poems inspiring faith
In the flesh of my reality.
Poems connecting me
to the human emotions
Alerting me to feel what you feel,
To think how I might come to
understand your difficulties.
Enabling me to Connect
to your Joy and your pain
The depth of life's secrets
allowing me to smile at
what you don't say.
React to the sounds
you don't make.
And to know the reason
that you smile back at me.
While the poems that we write are wonderful
and the scripts are acted out in
some awesome performance we portray.
It is when we turn our eyes away...
and Blink! It is then we think
how deeply the still waters run
in the rivers of our memory banks.
We listen to the masterpieces in our heads-
though, we cannot speak or scribe-
nor describe- The knowing runs deep;
Deep into the fibers of our roots.
The poem in my mind, I presume if heard
would sound a bit like the whirlwind.
The Poem in My Mind
It is all in my mind
you might say; Yes ..
everything I know and
I know everything.
It's those poems in my head
that can never be expressed
in words music or in deeds
The poem in my head that is
connected to my soul's being.
If the poem in my mind were
to be uttered,I assume – would
sound like the whirlwind
And there are no mnemonics
to allow the poem freedom to speak.
These poems are shadows of
my past and the oracles of our future.
Many poems born in my head
concerning wisdom and love.
Poems of outrage-apologies
never received or made.
Poems of empathy and compassion
Poems that have taken me
places that I have never been
or that I have visited before.
The poems in my head recite
silently the unrealized dreams
Poems inspiring faith
In the flesh of my reality.
Poems connecting me
to the human emotions
Alerting me to feel what you feel,
To think how I might come to
understand your difficulties.
Enabling me to Connect
to your Joy and your pain
The depth of life's secrets
allowing me to smile at
what you don't say.
React to the sounds
you don't make.
And to know the reason
that you smile back at me.
While the poems that we write are wonderful
and the scripts are acted out in
some awesome performance we portray.
It is when we turn our eyes away...
and Blink! It is then we think
how deeply the still waters run
in the rivers of our memory banks.
We listen to the masterpieces in our heads-
though, we cannot speak or scribe-
nor describe- The knowing runs deep;
Deep into the fibers of our roots.
The poem in my mind, I presume if heard
would sound a bit like the whirlwind.