Script of soul, is bled to page,
from mind to point of pen;
thoughts, of mind’s intent to find,
an answer from within;
yearn in heart, aches of thoughts,
implied by conscious yin;
gives, of one’s ideas complete,
of life, before it ends.
Consciousness, construed of blood,
pumped through the spirit’s heart;
contains a wealth of knowledge,
seemingly impossible to impart;
wisdoms leached from living’s tasks,
fond memories of life’s start;
wealth, stood deep and secrets seeped,
in truths, kept within mind’s dark.
Word meanings live life in shadows,
blocked, by minds that misperceive;
strength is weakened by loose thoughts,
destined to aggrieve;
equals, trend inequality,
hearts worn on sleeve deceive;
life, crippled before it’s time,
mind stunned by death’s conceive.
Discovery, in bliss of whim,
that word shadows heal the blind;
breaking, the blocks of knowledge,
thought in each, and every mind;
mindless beings, once man’s bane,
open souls and feel the find;
hearts, bridged to hearts,
connected throughout all space and time.
Penned point leads, to pathways passed,
releasing constricted views;
knowledge, then can leap the cliff,
expose to minds facts true;
loosenings in the will of thoughts,
definitions, of each words clue;
minds, then discharge life’s truths,
for one’s conscience, to peruse.
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