Modus Oris.
Some-times…it comes upon us all…a desire for an extreme…a mind’s ambition to express overwhelms us…
We find a need…a need for speed…greed..to bleed and most of all …to scream.
Playing an old song rings wrong and the new stuff never sits well for long.
Stand up and wrench yourself free, find that place to makes to cry, laugh, smile and wretch.
Expression comes and finds us we seem to look around while an unseen ghost on your shoulder grinds your scheme
..but they alway leave to let you find some dream…
Wrecked and wretched, elevated and elated we all must strive to find that method of expression…
..our pedestal…our soapbox…our way through the jungle of mixed up thoughts and unrealized dreams.
I think I’ve found today a way to move aside the dismay and angst to whisper to myself and say “Never Be Denied!”
I spend a little time this night looking to light the fires and find the might to regain some insight.
Not to be profound but this voice it’s mean, it’ll seem to be fast and less of a peaceful mind
So what I say, dont beat around and procrastinate at last…express thine self and make it a blast.
Sing, scream, argue, question, preach, hum a tune
and find your way
Chant, shriek, contend, debate, proclaim and cry
Never be denied
Forget the year remember the tears, find the anger the drive the will to survive
Lets say what we mean, lets cry and debate and persist ’til we’re seen
Paint a picture of the end of your world put it on the tallest spot and drag us to it make us learn
we all must in turn at some time “Be Heard!” remember the intent and the result and dont let it get blurred.
Maybe it’s the color the smear the face the curve the eyes, time to rise
rage in canvas rebel in pastel and shout in oil a love a hate a desire to toil
your choice, my desire, a friendly face, the feeling of fire
Intend to contend, confess to express, a ride but never a lie put in all on the frame.
It could be real deep this voice – it’s lean, sneaks up and pretends to be a strength, a new class of mean
And I have to say spray us a story, hurry up, don’t worry we’ll be chanting “Cry Out!”
Paint, sketch, carve, weld, sculpt, show us all your world
show us our way
stain, design, cleave, chisel and combine and scream ’til you faint
Be Heard
Writing a new verse i seem to miss a chance to converse with a friend she’s around
But I immerse myself in a scene of my own mind and no less terse obsess with this line
You see I’m screaming all the time in a blink a breath and no less with my pen
Its my sword its my word its my thought its my lord.
Cradle to my mind and as above I find my modus oris in writing these simple lines
and maybe someday they’ll find an ear that’ll hear me near and true
telling a truth and impact a few, I can do no else but stream some more
tips and phrases advice of sages meld together and create a world
An epiphany, could be this voice, may as well be my choice
paint the song i hear so clear, swim in the fire that burns so deep,
render the wings I use to fly, and carve my mind in a spirit so near
Call to us in a myriad of ways.
Express yourself. That truly is all.
Cry out, and help us all.
