Though imprisoned by our thoughts and learning

Want of meaningful expression yearning

Forgetting all the while

It’s neither script nor style

Eloquent in style and prose

Describe the pedals of a rose

And the towers of Babylon

From there go on and on

Soon hell and heaven join the fray

Where devils and the angels stay

None of them quite sure

Why such verbiage should endure

We’ve heard it all before in endless ways

Even theatre and in plays

Flowery portions of a song

Quite fabulous and long

None of it will it prey

Opening a closed minds eye

Speak to them with heart and passion

And you’ll catch them noshing

Your convictions and your truth

Wisdom that not from books you choose

Your deepest soul it’s treasure

Speak it without measure

Now every pedal of that rose

Looks different to your friend or foe

But put your choice and phrase

 Put them in a different place

They will then endeavour

To see how true and clever

Your choice of words you chose

Not learning you abuse

Step forth your heart lay bare

Truth, love, and wisdom share

With your soul and not with kitsch

Those would read you shall enrich!

13/09/2007