Vocalize

There’s something wrong with the way we speak
Words twining together with unknown intent.
A harmony of Freudian slips
Escaping in the darkness past
Gleaming white gates
And the roses that guard them.
Vocal emissions,
A jigsaw puzzle that fits together perfectly.
The cogs of our machine are slowly gaining hold,
Teeth grinding together and beginning our long ride home.
Fearlessness runs rampant,
Young thugs breaking down walls, but
Immaterial barriers cannot abide
With the choices we made in the most remote,
Ideological regions of the mind.
So the words are distorted,
Losing obvious intent,
But still drowning in nameless purpose.
Words dancing in tandem,
Stirring hearts for lost reasons.
Fogs of conscience obscure your brain, whispering
Today is not the day,
Don’t make this any harder.
Pleasantries are exchanged,
And feelings are only communicated
With touches, gestures, and secret smiles.
Words cannot suffice for now,
Nor tell the other of true intentions.