Show Me AND Tell Me - (my Poetopia)

Random rhymes colored with abstract imagery
Set to rhythmless faux flow without a heartbeat
Oozing with cold commentary about long dead-end streets
I've already seen looking in my cracked rearview mirror

Don't show me still snapshots of pixilated faces
and vanilla homes with chocolate covered windows
In a Google street-view of a photo-shopped world
Glaring with your stone cold camera clicking gaze

Stop robbing my eyes of enlightening desires
Evoked by the passion imparted by real poetry
Imagery alone can't display if your empty heart cares
Your eyes are mere windows, introduce your soul

Give breath to the muse suffocating in outer-space
Draw in her spirit that she may fill you with grace
Blow out of the scribe hiding behind your sealed smiling gums
Whistling as it passes the caverns in your razor sharp puns

Been mocked and manipulated by the ink you portray
Where a glut of meaningless metaphors pose as poetry
Your cold commentary is a thesaurus of invisible lines
Culled from the torn pages in a dictionary of rhymes

Please turn off your tablet and put your dry pen to bed
I'm so sick of soft muzak that could wake up the dead
Without heart nor soul to strum these vibrationless strings
Conducting a harmonious choir of silence that never sings

Spare me eyewitness accounts of potholed desolate streets
Flooded by streams filled with the street-walker's disease
Express your disdain for the drunk in the gutter lying right there
As your emotionless ranting randomly spews back and forth

Somehow in between all the lines, you paint redundancy
Squeezing artificial art into this picture is pure lunacy
If you want my opinion paint me a painfully vivid Van Gogh
Don't pop off plastic pics from Warhol's bag of old tricks

I'd rather you just tell me than frame a flat painted face
That even clay mannequins would rather die than replace
Bled dry of the emotion androids can never feel
Crying silicone teardrops because their verse is unreal

Where prose pretends to stand in constructed stanzas
Of unjust sentences cloaked in in a child's nursery rhymes
Instead, express your fiery passion and your deepest pain
In a glowing black and white rainbow of prismic dreams

Poetry must never be a vehicle to drive verse underground
Turn the wheel and twist the steel to form an inspiring sound
Allow your heart to bleed the words beating deep inside of you
Then and only then will your ink finally reveal it's crimson hue