Voice

At last ,I have rediscovered my voice again

in the translator of an obscure  gibberish 

where lunacy takes on a respectable aspect.

And I can finally recognize my  face 

in the fractured  glass...

don't repeat it to the mundane 

 - who might think I am normal !

  All of this is just  rehersal before the final  veil .

Starlet stars ,fabulous tale ...

  Can you hear me down there ?

I am but the shadow of an echo ,

that has no lips to say '' I love  youth '' to life ,

or ,'' I am not afraid of your  caress ,lady death ! ''

In my soul ,neither solar's throne  nor hell's ember !

That old Buddha at the corner bar  always has 

a killer joke to tell ! 

And a few conspiracy theories  about the carbon cycle...

 The spirituality of ghosts is of great importance 

beyond the outwards of  belief  !

  Am I a corpse adrift in the breathing world ,

or a  specter that has lost its way over time ?

 A mimic's intelligence borrowed my voice ,

amused by slattering emotions through out 

the jumble of my spirit .

  and so the scream resurfaces ,weaving words 

that no one down below can hear ...