The Poets Behind The Poems: (The Poets)

(Beautiful Chaos)
My mind is unspoken whiteness of marked metaphors
Those not yet inked words of my unseen exposures,
Like a blank canvas that is silently wondering
lost
My wordless hollow emotions that have no closure.

To limp hidden eyes they are unknown and nameless
Those jane doe writes of my mute beautiful mind,
That are utterly alive but at an everlasting standstill
My lyrical madness that is quietly versed but not applied.

But I'm a courageous dreamer with a hollywood smile
A hopeful lonely rider of liquid dreams that live well,
So I must free my acoustic odyssey from my twisted heart
Turning that tragic beauty of mine into fortune
that swells.

For my inked moments lie behind rosy cheeks of irony
But I'm a blissful goodbye from escaping that darklight,
And turning my blue dreams into marks of rhyming lines
Filling my hollow dreaming head with words to recite.

I am now a poet on the piano with a pitched voice
So I am no longer that dark cloud behind the poet,
My mind is now inked words brought visibly alive
So blank canvases of whiteness can poeticly inspire it.

< By The Poet Known As Scott Cole>