Tunned

Tunned

A Poem by Matthew Paul


 

Roamed plain and obvious

 

Voicers apposed void, story brought forward aloud

 

Rejoiced timely; knowing nonsense as such

 

Vibes positive, matters of why and how overcome

 

Noises and sounds, loves sound, now; I am allowed

 

Tuned to greet the immunity

 

Faces of haters, players through all stages; all the seasons we were tried

 

Isles of want to be idols; assuming lies; scribing unsightly doubtfulness

 

Seen poisons and purity, lies and love through the yelping and hollow cries

 

Knowing inside my fire and ice as reasons

 

Seeing the eyes; sighs, those that could never see through the whys

 

Wise, patient knowing and silenced

 

Seeking and hunting, dividing selfish from selfless, now truth fuels the fires

 

Finding the point of pivot, defining the spirit

 

Beneath freely I seek distinctly me; reflecting breeze like adjacent mirrors

 

Never I die; never slide to be sour in mind

 

Forever finding my way; victims eyes know the truths to evils wayward crimes

 

Witnessing a house of straw; apparently caught

 

Stood over and hated with Lehman's attempts to destroy

 

Tested my lengths of patience

 

Ages slip through sands vases, truth is nameless, plain to those awakened

 

Days we waited, karma sought to order ways we fought

 

Rainy storms, horizons sized up sources and the corners we were faced with

 

Steady minds sustained, ideals overcame to bring doubts closure

 

Swayed to know reasons, the belief in; you have seen fakers exposure

 

Steady we row our boat , slow and sober

 

Eyes absorb; stalling the caution opponent, knowing the hope of a Four Leaf Clover

 

What is obvious to few, is now plain to all

 

Subjected to the rain to fall, yesterday explained, insanities games lay festered

 

Raven's flight to let few know the message

 

High above normalities plain, interpretations show ancient refuge

 

The way the that play our hearts, the way we dance

 

Answer accompanied crafts; the sharpness of knights lances

 

Prophetically encrypted scrolls; promises to unfold

 

Stories of souls light; in our past to now become whole

 

Opened palmed, accepting, endless and reaching

 

Open hearts with seeking dreams to know reasons new; their rare belief

 

Rest unrealistic concerns and sooth old curses, be what is seen in this new verse

 

Returning to whole, love and redefining the old church.

 

© 2009 Matthew Paul


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