Un-Raveling

Unraveling the road
Before one,
Thee found the pathway,
Moving one forward,
Upon thy owned fingers,
Vibrating Free Verse Poetry,
Along the live long voyage,
To dye eventual demise.

Thread thy bare feet
Upon cobble stones
Wear dye
Abrasions of time
Being worn upon
Our in soles
For it is upon words
We will be remembered
For without them
All we have are images
That fade away
In lime.

Some want US to follow
Mute, mine, blind sighted
Without GOD’s
Given insight
Guiding our way forward
That we must fallow follow
The Fool
Is the Fool
Who believes
In the Fool.

The type that
Confucius US
Bye cult run by
human Pied Piper
For as a Poet
After a poem
Thee dost naught want
Thee to follow
But lead US upon
Your
Un-Raveling.

HeArtMosphere Poet