In a wasteland of words
in the sky haiku’s fly like birds
Cliches dart and prey on our imagination
Speeches capture our minds with rhetorical sensation
lost in the wilderness are poems and poetry
Which grow through the rubbish of the mounds of paper
like trees bearing fruit
the root of all words are thoughts
We are seeking to be heard our words caught
in people’s ears
but the seeds of sorrow
grow into Venus fly traps and catch our daydreams in sorrow
if we could see the ripples we cause across the lakes of existence
our actions would flow through us without resistance
we are the words we write and say
and they echo in eternity and stay
with the people we know and have known
they will never leave us alone.
By Daniel Hooks AKA Alienpoet on Facebook
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