• 11/3/06 – Expression

    Expression is a connection,
    A link and a vine,
    That creeps out from one mind,
    And then into five.

    But the recoil and shock,
    As the relentless do mock,
    And the angered and motioned,
    And moved do block,
    My path in the light,
    Let my way be in dark,
    And my mind from my body,
    And my mind from my heart.

    And when the vine, it is severed,
    And when the line, it is snapped,
    And those hardened minds, they are weathered,
    And those gentle hearts, they are cracked.

    And my breath, it is frozen,
    Caught choked in my throat,
    And my words do I swallow,
    Before past do they float,
    Past my lips into air,
    Through the currents to their ears.