Linguistic complimentary,
The exchange of verbal expression
Combined with an empathetic eardrum
Please beat to the rhythm of my voice
Interpretation is of no need now
Listen… to my voice
My heart can express in so many ways
But now I want you to hear my soul
Don’t try to define it
But form an embrace around the consonants that exits my mouth
Fall in love with my vowels…
Listen… to my soul
Appreciate that the words I speak are not gibberish
But a sequence of moments tied with significance
No vanity, just many desperate thoughts
Trying to escape this coil of insanity
Forming a logical, irrational understanding of this realm…
Listen… to my dreams
My hopes that someone can listen,
And at least try to understand
Proves that I am not all alone
No nomad traveling uncharted territory
But a lost lamb, away from its herd
Trying to find a familiar commonality
By echoing a specific thought…
Through the pain embroidered in my voice
Searching for a drum that heard this beat before.
Listen… to my call