- Jul 16, 2004
- 633
- 5
How can one release the flow
which way should one go
soul is bound within a cemented stance
verses stuck in a still dance of time and space
without emotion or joy to face
Rhymes remain in the core of one's mind refusing
to be released to this space or time
bound by indecisiveness of who is who
words are strained as a stuttering fool trying to release
the truth from one's soul
Bound by hurt that will not let go within this lifetime
no words to flow
Who is who one needs to know
for without this truth
there will be no flow
Just bounded as if shackled to a tree without relief
no circulations to heart or limbs given no reprieve
blood stand still with no where to go
Who is Who
One need to know
The need to dance throughout the day
The need to smile without delay
The need to trust is killing soul pain so deep
one could never know
silence is not golden to the ears where love is cherish
bounded by hurt and fear
Who is Who of this time with words dancing rich in rhyme
bounded deeply to the core of the soul
where no one is allowed to touch the icy cold thoughts which
it holds
copyright@2006-Poetrymama
which way should one go
soul is bound within a cemented stance
verses stuck in a still dance of time and space
without emotion or joy to face
Rhymes remain in the core of one's mind refusing
to be released to this space or time
bound by indecisiveness of who is who
words are strained as a stuttering fool trying to release
the truth from one's soul
Bound by hurt that will not let go within this lifetime
no words to flow
Who is who one needs to know
for without this truth
there will be no flow
Just bounded as if shackled to a tree without relief
no circulations to heart or limbs given no reprieve
blood stand still with no where to go
Who is Who
One need to know
The need to dance throughout the day
The need to smile without delay
The need to trust is killing soul pain so deep
one could never know
silence is not golden to the ears where love is cherish
bounded by hurt and fear
Who is Who of this time with words dancing rich in rhyme
bounded deeply to the core of the soul
where no one is allowed to touch the icy cold thoughts which
it holds
copyright@2006-Poetrymama