Just what are language arts, communication lost?

From in my soul there burns a voice needing to be heard.
A trying agitation as strong as any word ever written or spoken.
Wanton driving of heart felt pain seeing the entire world in vain.
Cupped in vision not allowed to speak truth here anymore.
Whom of the ordained has closed old freedoms once open door.
Perfection died almost 2000 years ago never once English wrote
or spoke. Not that I have read or felt every historical stone.
Mental words and phrases dance from book to book religious or secular.
When is the last time that you looked for self and found just one original
sound.

The entire world is alive with grace and Babylon now understood.
Petty is the palace where life is found to erupt vision but only from sound bites given.
Want and need give birth everyday to instructions to help pass the day to future generations.
Yet in the soul of the poet there is only faith and hope that a thought is kept for just one
more day.