How My Words Prevail
                                                  By: Lawrence W Langman (c)

                                                   I dream of those dreams
                                                   a thousand million times.
                                                   Without a single reasons
                                                   yet writing endless rhymes.

                                                   My muddled mind escapes
                                                   to a far and foreign place.
                                                   As it slowly begins to erase
                                                   my steps for all displace.

                                                   My heart starts to race
                                                   deep within my chest.
                                                   My breath now escapes
                                                   I'm feeling souls possessed.

                                                   My pen touches thy paper
                                                   fingers caress the keys.
                                                   Fading deep within flux
                                                   no longer can I foresee.

                                                   Images sent to paper
                                                   a tides ebbs and flows.
                                                   The words begin to form
                                                   brain shall to compose.

                                                   These words carry meaning
                                                   in truth some shall prevail.
                                                   Some don't grasp the varsity
                                                   of the words that do assail.

                                                   I write to emote my feelings
                                                   they stream from deep inside.
                                                   Searching for hidden meaning
                                                   so my readers might confide.

                                                   Daylight fades to black
                                                   and my pain doesn't avail.
                                                   Revealing this dam disease
                                                   straight from my own hell.

                                                   I try to write inspirations for
                                                   those thoughts once inspired.
                                                   True passion doesn't fade
                                                   of compassion that is required.

                                                   True visions rides the streams
                                                   above the painted skies.
                                                   Where true hindsight lie above
                                                   as they fall they are baptized.