Do Poems dare to Dream?
is it true that Poems really speak?
are Poems jumbles of feelings and words

mixed up and matched up

to make a fake sentence flow?
do Poems have a Soul?
can they survive on their own?

people like Us conceal our feelings
We scrape and peal them off our skin
draining them in a little glass bottle

hoping that one day

someone will find them,

or yearning that it’ll accidently drop, shatter and cleansing our emotions perpetually?

to Mask the Masquerade we play
is something that is easily practiced
you can only pull the mask away

but can you peel off the glitter?

how about the Feathers?

do Poems hide Meanings and Leanings
or are they just lines that flow in a beat

from the creator to build confidence

deluding your Power?

are Poems a cliché?
the same Message and pain buried in each letter
Poems derive from what?
can an animal make a poem?
how about a human?
are poems existing, are they real?
does one have to have a mind to paint a poem?

the words are my paint
the mind my brush
a soul to the eyes
and the unseen my canvas

or do they hid in everyday life
in the spores of the wood

that we use to build
in between the versatility of futile words

can one poem only have one language?
are poems a form of mind, or are they tangible?

if not, then how can they hid between the irrefutable clichés

of
je t’aime mon amour
vivre la vie!
je ne sais pas quoi

ou
je veux savoir a quoi tu penses?

can you understand that-
without any lesson
if Poems are a form of feelings and thoughts
then why do they have to be recorded or written?