Dyed Words

Rein dye whip deep, amid thy pain’s stains,

Where words burrow, amid rooted veins.

Bear core creation, scraping birth’s heartbeats,

Crying aloud, wailing dire depth, in pierced perception,

Finding dye pit fire causation, weaving writing existence.

Soul tap dance, perplexed, demands diction dexterity –

Prances pounding keys notes into rat a tap submission.

Parting the turbulent sees, amongst cerebral tidal waves,

Grooving elocution - too spark – the strikes thunder,

Wherein dye words pores, sweat pours out ink swill stains.

One, BEE a poet, writer amid groundswell till turbulence.

Dye dire fire cries, never to be extinguished – flames pure passion,

Inside inner power that builds up, character’s crescendo fever pitch.

One’s writing, then declares - Dye Creative Composite Independence.

While societal condemnation - WILL demand it die in censor capitulation.

Oh God, feel dye depth, bare expressive writing, amid expressions of Liberty.

That strength grit, which builds up, wherein each fiber letter - comes to life.

Thy writer’s womb pure being, cradling Literature inspired Dyed master pieces.

When ink stained, dyed personas, penetrate closed minds - to blossom forth

Those seeds each generation must pass on, Writer’s minds DYE germinating -

Thy fertile fruition seeding the World amidst Writer’s words - Dyeing.