Forbidden Tongue

[Spoken]

Killing time for rhyme to take place; to be existent
Seems persistent to think otherwise of its actual existence.

So.....

He seems withered and torn a scorn soul to most,
A dillinger in his era when jotting ink at his post.
Juxtaposition- more of an approach he precedes,
Being close was the problem but what he solemnly seeks.

Is he an activist or a novelist thirstin' for knowledge,
Land of the free yet we hold on to what's never payed homage.
The horology of most is locked behind cabinet colleges,
Hunger for opposites but fed nothing; no use for the esophagus.
Broken homes in cottages w/ despair on the steps,
Our way down neglects what we are told to accept.
They say it's the land of the free yet we can't say what we think,
Head lines to hands broken a front page notice that sinks.
Who are we as writers when we're held to To a limit in speech,
The New America bleeds as we fade slowly

Just like religion; Belief.

"Proceeds of history negate the norm
Shower the canvas and weather the storms.
Caress the collages and paint stories untold
At its finest of hours it's covered and mourned"

I will say this...
He grew to no ones likeness at best
Broken, rejected and hopeless to even invest.
Proper procedures detest he was a rambling scholar,
Had knowledge for days but still would wade in the water.