A Rescue Mission

Again I plead not to rescue me,
For much else needs your rescue...
The innocenceof word, passed on by masters,
The warmth and nurture of their abode.
The word, mark!, its is more a weapon now.
Destruction and chaos is sought out through it.
Everything is its subject but truth..
Alas! Only truth is not let through a word...

Truth resides in the unspoken, unformed,
In a sad smile, in the word unarmed.
Why do yiu seek other weapons, oh wretch!
When you have already, the world, wrecked.

If you seek solace in destruction, so shall it be.
For it is a vicious cycle you have sought out, you see.
How can you amock, blindfolded, in search of peace,
When you go asking for the very misery in lease...

Glimpse II

What I want to say is, Never give it away..
However deep the thorns prick,
Let not your vision stray.
Don't give your pain away, don't let yourself sway...

My words are nectar to some, poison to some.
So let your heart guide you with freedom.
Many have crossed your paths and you hear from them,
Not all speak why they stopped and what the journey demanded of them.

I gave blood, I gave tears and everything precious,
At the altar of my conscience I beheld,
the supreme goal that had me leave what was at stake,
only to cherish my path's twists, turns and give what it takes.

Though my destination is nowhere near,
Still intriguing and a bit unclear.
I look back to you , my fellow traveller,
To lend you what I couldn't gather,
The pearls of wisdom of my journey,
I now bestow with love to thee...