a prophet speaks theatrically what tomorrow would bring his eyes would whisper either the truth or the lie but your heart could feel his heart his truth is another one’s lie another’s uncertainty is his accuracy neither he nor the other can’t tell the genuineness of reality
got hooked in my ear a whisper so gentle strayed for awhile got lost in a circle sounds vibrating and fear was instilled i broke down awhile ’till spaces were filled
thoughts would leap from case to case doubting views and notions, dozens of “what ifs” the world is a wheel spinning slow in place judge not my heart to be real or solidly stiff
voices emanating from here and there awash with unheard silence and heeded glare sailing across my mind finding its port to dock and pick up new freight to transport
felt the sadness of voices now i hear seeing pits of yesterdays filled with history’s tears heart and mind have toiled in tandem hand in hand rough chants of the past demand the current stand
lips that only whisper to reveal the truth nose that slides straight to bridge our hearts so smooth eyes that at times lights up to make known to everyone that this sincere heart loves you and can’t be undone…
alone in the corner of my mind thoughts are drifting far into the innermost of myself talking with the silence waiting to talk back at me to smile and give me a hug and it did whisper “I love you, I’m here beside you”
but the voice I heard was a voice from within me from the corner of my mind…