Lead Lines

The Picture, the Verse,

a Mind on display,

connections are certain,

to play with words.

The paraphrased stanza,

are riddles in form,

a poetic rhythm in simply performed.

The rite of a conscience,

the delicate ink,

lends 'purchase' to find,

we all do not think.

In streaming of do,

I imagine the 'Proof'

a human relation,

now Satellites move.

No longer the touch of what proves a 'Race'

the 'Love' or the 'Place'

instead it's the tender of spoken erased.

Long 'Past' forgotten,

books now in sought,

common themes become,

letter and words,

 only dreams that are brought.

The whip or the chains,

the fifty-shades brain,

the watch of the talk,

makes empty to plain.

Know action conversed,

the ream in rehearsed,

lost Ages are Pages,

the service on turf.

Obedience, Control,

discipline is bold.

The Order is Set,

the doing of told,

the role of the follow becomes only Script,

if lives are not born with practiced equipped.

To spark in ignite,

the more in the night,

the extension of hands,

develops new plans.

Now I ride difference with lyrics in said,

the only place driven the Lairs of not dead.

A dungeon presents a life to a View,

the sensual drive to the steer of what's been,

the Flame of my Hymn.

Knot 'Watched' nor believed,

my mind issue's peek,

at what makes the curious,

an interesting take!!