Dissonance

Thoughts filled with ideas,
of bits and bits of images
trying to form even a simulation
of a single and yet of a precise reality
never to be comprehended
by the unjust and the self righteous.

Fingers eager to hold a pen
ready to scribble and enliven
the thoughts supposedly be spoke
of the mouth stricken by timidity or
simply by eloquence gone mad.

Ink flows, of color immaterial
leaking out of the silver sphere
trying not to blot nor to skip
sliding smoothly and definitively
forming the unrestricted words
coming from the restless mind.

Persist on fearless heart,
persevere the opinionated rhetoric
of unsuspected quibblers
vexing the spontaneity of the free thinkers
testing the assiduousness of a
declaration untainted with insincerity.