POSITIVE IMPACT _ PAUL SPEAKS

THE GHOST AND THE SEA Like an appearance, she sat with a burdensome smile Giving me her hands, it met my curiosity Blank expression formed around her longing eyes Without an invitation she visited continuously Then we touched, a stainless touch Emotionally, it felt so wrong Like a whisper of still air, she has no soul Her skin was stony cold. Wavering in pity i seized my fleeting cold Comfort and pity she rejected My trembling heart reached out for her hope Until they became solemnly connected Her shadow formed a friend While she stood counting my breathe The message was painted empty Mild warmth rose in bounty peace. Dawn fog showered in reckless duty Morning dew fell from rehearsed droppings Seaweeds watched in malicious pity The birds glare at her crystal being And my hands clasped her weeping feet Loitering in grudge, she sank and wept Tears hurting my skin, i moved in swift fear But her sob seem not so clear. Then again her wails mumbled in echoes Re

When i was younger in understanding The opportunity to judge was zero Never having worries that warrant meditation Thoroughly in love with none but heroes I believed only in successful adults. The mind of an emotional non-racist Grew to become fully paranoid A child less than a decade mist Suffers in helpless warmth of cold fog Lips fell out from tasteless soup. Wearing their darkened yellowish thick skin They belched from water-filled thought Confused and convinced by this truthful myth The word " scrape the burnt pot" Became a muddled wishful joy. Killed by the hands of nobody Their dreams glow with neglected visions Near and promising, unable to touch it Known neglect aids the broken comfort Acquitted souls stood as a plaintiff. When i was older in confusion The opportunity to judge was zero Worries came; meditating for direction Others mock the flaws of heroes I conformed to believe in much faith.