Life's Graffiti
Words,
these scribbled lines comprised in minds,
as shells to hold within meaningful sounds from souls depth in tone billows so deeply spoke in thought or feeling,
for or from one such a stroke of meaning,
brings clarity sharper lines paint such to cut vivid colored heals glossy eyes water up for care by all it brushed in tears caught in hair torn so much similar from within of where were we all cut from the same then found way to cut down another indifference felt despair so softly fair for beauty pictured more than moments shared in air of passing by hastily if not forgotten painted wasteful as graffiti but meaningless moving to share by blinking equally less a care for anything to hear beyond our own thinking out paced for whom it were,
or when it was,
whether it were painfully crossed the lips bled biting in teeth marked,
or angrily sharp from the tongue and meant to stab deep into one's heart,
just how said,
in their paint,
in their stroke,
in their bold colors chose
of what pictures words sometimes gifted,
moving those enlisted,
or when listen to poignant for more than in moments of their mention
missed in loss meant for breath
but sprayed in mist scattered in air given emotion unspared but for grave carrying even whispers to quiet carved fears drawn in vandalized on bathroom walls right next to another's depraved desires hidden from all the graphic underlying disgust behind screens keyed digit in us defects by piece we master defeat individuality when tricked to be silenced by deficit is anonymous left spoke in graffiti of life by bricks thrown at police as whom to fuck or building artful words to pornographic pictures, numbers,
and names to call for services rendered,
weekly score turf claimed,
and killers by name on box cars to whom love tunnels to subways,
of scripture in murals to those who fall to be on water towers for fame,
even public restroom stalls,
graffiti of all
still speak to us in a moment caught off guard
to steal from as thus to word their attention whether perversion or in disgust may have their way or bust by...
these scribbled lines comprised in minds,
as shells to hold within meaningful sounds from souls depth in tone billows so deeply spoke in thought or feeling,
for or from one such a stroke of meaning,
brings clarity sharper lines paint such to cut vivid colored heals glossy eyes water up for care by all it brushed in tears caught in hair torn so much similar from within of where were we all cut from the same then found way to cut down another indifference felt despair so softly fair for beauty pictured more than moments shared in air of passing by hastily if not forgotten painted wasteful as graffiti but meaningless moving to share by blinking equally less a care for anything to hear beyond our own thinking out paced for whom it were,
or when it was,
whether it were painfully crossed the lips bled biting in teeth marked,
or angrily sharp from the tongue and meant to stab deep into one's heart,
just how said,
in their paint,
in their stroke,
in their bold colors chose
of what pictures words sometimes gifted,
moving those enlisted,
or when listen to poignant for more than in moments of their mention
missed in loss meant for breath
but sprayed in mist scattered in air given emotion unspared but for grave carrying even whispers to quiet carved fears drawn in vandalized on bathroom walls right next to another's depraved desires hidden from all the graphic underlying disgust behind screens keyed digit in us defects by piece we master defeat individuality when tricked to be silenced by deficit is anonymous left spoke in graffiti of life by bricks thrown at police as whom to fuck or building artful words to pornographic pictures, numbers,
and names to call for services rendered,
weekly score turf claimed,
and killers by name on box cars to whom love tunnels to subways,
of scripture in murals to those who fall to be on water towers for fame,
even public restroom stalls,
graffiti of all
still speak to us in a moment caught off guard
to steal from as thus to word their attention whether perversion or in disgust may have their way or bust by...