Take Me Home

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Take Me Home

Thick Newport smoke filters through every pore of my universe
Choking every verse spoken and coughing they burst
From my mind where they birthed through my mouth till it hurts
Cause my vocals are burned by the heat

Spilling forth from the womb that is thought
Though its god is the Word of the sea springing up
Giving form to the soul and the features of such
That have flown through the blood pumping beat

Take me home for I die and never could see
How the firefly mimics the soul and I keep
On hoping to find what was hidden in deep
Like dreams in my sleep like heathens that speak

The word of a lord that has never been seen
Only heard from above by people who seek
To uncover that Word from which all things received
To believe and to keep in their hearts till they cease

To breathe and to be and to see and to grieve
To live and to love and to lust for these things
That cannot be explained or obtained through the means
That are used to obtain material gains

Lessons of night only heard in the dark
When the stars are as fruit that hang from the top
And the tree be the black and expansive and not
Of the Earth but its roots rest deep in our minds

Watered by time it grows and expands
Covers the land of the unbroken man
Unspoken commands invocation of plans
That are whispered by gods and witnessed as lives

Living and past and driven to pass
Through the limits they crash and eventually fly
Cause the limits that lie in each of our paths
Are the reasons we soar with the thought spoken rhyme

And we be the black and expressive with art
And we be the day of the night in our hearts
Lay the light of the fire the sun and the start
The spark of the flame that burns throughout time

Its the spirit unbroken unending and lost
The original fire Prometheus brought
The story of us and of every mans hope
To endure until galaxies name us with fame

Of a light unshaded untamed and the part
That explains whence we came where we go read the chart
And you’ll find that destined is greatness for us
That wrestling with fate in the end yields results

That hesitant faces delay the impulse
To go forth and explore what your vision has wrought
What prisoners sought in the dark on the pulse
Of the morn when nothing exists but their ghosts

Of the corpse of a thought that has died on this page
That lies in this grave blood dripping as ink
Life fluids are spilled in the margins of pain
Lay dying and crying and sadly ashamed

For home never found is extinction of think

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4 comments

  1. O I like your poetry so much….I like the depth and passion with which you write….it is like baring your soul yet your poetry crosses all lines of color and position and race. you write as all men and women..our thoughts that you explain so much better….you write out our thoughts so we can understand them. I am so glad I decided to check out your blog…..your new friend Barb

  2. O I like your poetry so much….I like the depth and passion with which you write….it is like baring your soul yet your poetry crosses all lines of color and position and race. you write as all men and women..our thoughts that you explain so much better….you write out our thoughts so we can understand them. I am so glad I decided to check out your blog…..your new friend Barb

  3. Well, I believe you write very well. This one is really good, truly outstanding.

    Marsha Ceniceros

  4. Well, I believe you write very well. This one is really good, truly outstanding.Marsha Ceniceros

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