poetic art

these fingers itch to weave across
oceans of literary rhyme
between shapes disguised as books
focused neither on past nor present
merely in the moment of here and now
confusing allegorical symbolism
made to provide some order of reconvening
sense in between the linear focus we sought
to describe in conquesting labels
formed within scientific thought
theoretical adventures alienating reason
trapped inside orthodoxical paradigm
confused between illusionary reality
we have come to dub Life
faced with outwards possibilities to redeem
paths once lost within this thought
of who we thought we should be
growing up in a world not made for us
those who have great artistical talents
down to the meager poets like myself
who but merely relay thought inside
transcribing with symbols
in hopes that perhaps you might listen
hearing brilliant muse of beauty
shaped beyond what these words may provide
painting in itself a story beyond thought
physicality no longer a force only
if you so wish it to be so shall it be
no more mental fixtures holding you into
thought prisons of your own creation
use your want to be free
with the ability to choose