Broken Link

The streaming of consciousness,

a Mind in a Storm,

the lightning of strike,

the thunder of roar,

the plural does frenzy,

is it a door?

The writings of read,

the type of pen lead,

a written resistance,

seems futile in systems,

where keystrokes are just listed.

The everyday life or play,

the clambering of the crowded stay,

the script to know that notes are shows,

I speak to those that dream of prose.

The well-worn paths,

the spoken lad,

the verse in lyrics bring,

the thought of more, 

the working team,

delivering a common theme.

The dizzy clause,

to cope or pause,

the simple tact to wrinkle back,

the bounce of what is thrown.

The interest drawn upon this Pawn,

is in the 'Match' of bet,

the rock of dealing for only healing,

the lives of past in said.

The audience that life does bring,

the silence of the dream,

that while we breath,

a common being,

will balance this missing piece....

called love.