Banished Words

Hush, do you hear the sound
of my churning mantras  
sullen in their mediocre drudgery?
 
Can you mouth the severances
that spoke a language I created to
breathe on its own?
 
Will you inhale it to spew it forth  
to rebirth the futile creature as  
drivel runs on a page baptised
by my tears?
 
As pages ripped from the
testament of my heart ---
How the roots of my evil  
are those words.
 
Shall I tear and burn  
this libel I created, this
life I berated?
Will you hate it too as you
swallow then vomit this  
regurgitation?
 
As it sings in your blood  
like fire, like ire,
hells temperament hath  
nothing on my brightness
as I burn through my
own shadows.
 
And they burn you too,
burn with my words
stolen by fire.
 
Seething sentiments lick
at my ankles like flames,
those blades of flaming grass
as pages turn to ash,
how they were banished in
evaporative succor.
 
How they slipped from your  
grasp, you had no right to them,
oh, dewy sentiments,
oh, heady relevants ---
I revoke you.
 
Just try to steal those
tiny motes that defy the  
gravity of my subjects ---
they are freer than I.
 
Their vorticity was my calling
and bitter experience
was my sky.
 
And you will never know  
why, never feel me lifting on
an airfoil of unknowns
to my place you can never find ---
 
The source is hidden,
the hearts sentiments confined.
 
And I banish you from this place,
Oh, Humanity, even as I write for you
to view my uncopywritten heart  
behind this bulletproof glass of obscurity
where it cant be stolen.