Nov 21, 2014

Run The World


The ink runs page upon page
Crystallizing the unheard
Reawakening the buried
Flutter, flutter as a butterfly
Show them the passion
What is inside, trying… dying
To escape the voiceless
Chirping dreams
From the furrowed brow
For the ink bares its soul
Naked or clothed, pure or filth
It is willing to risk it all
This intensity, while others sleep
Who shall blot it weak?
For it purrs like a kitten
Tromps as a beast
Fluids the blue blood
Breathes life in and out
Let it go, run rapid in mud huts
Town homes, cement buildings
Roach infested apartments
Countryside manors…
In every corner of the globe
Take pride in what it does

 jhp©2014 












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