Question

Piecing together words that seem to fit
In a puzzle of a picture of a dream imprint
Diligently digging deeper in depths of essence
Drawing out my spirit from this questioned canvas

As these words have magic to heal or damage
I scramble to manage this mangled language
To unscramble an answer, to banish the anguish
Over the immortal question of this present sentence
What is dreamt within these senses
So dependent on perception
How to express in true intention
Just the message, no deception
So much lost in the translation
Forsaken, severed relations
Minds missing, spirits vacant
Behind this miscommunication
Peace of mind is waiting
A ways in, awaken

Keep piecing
Keep peace-in

Keep piecing together words that seem to fit
In a puzzle of a picture of a dream imprint
Diligently digging deeper in depths of essence
Drawing out my spirit from this questioned canvas

In the screaming silence
Dreaming an alliance of senses
Entwined in-between these lines and tenses
Inside this vibrance arises
Thoughts inner rhyme
Caught in poetry lines
Where I was taught to find an outlet
From the violence, from the tyrants
From the sirens blasting just behind us

In defiance I went silent
Pensive, introspective
Hence this invented sentence
Via weapons the pen gives
To vent vivid vengeance
Against this self dissonance

Reawakened, clearheaded
Meditating within question
Let’s see how far we can stretch this
Cosmic mind over matter

Mind over matter
Over matter over mind

I scramble to manage this mangled language
To unscramble an answer, to banish the anguish
Over the immortal question of this present sentence

In the screaming silence
Dreaming an alliance of senses
Entwined in-between these lines and tenses