Poem- “Sounds”

“Sounds”

People don’t always know what they think.

With sounds, they may just end up knowing what they say.

Noise goes around them like music and my sounds may be ignored.

Conflict is realized from disturbances before they realize too late a mistake.

My talk goes through their ears and doesn’t touch their brains.

Sounds are only looked at; they’re not read.

Guys probably like talking to me without a thought for intended meaning.

These folks might only be playing with sounds.

A conversation with them is like dealing with a jukebox playing all night.

Ideas like theirs burst in sound with no backbone to them.

Eye candy is taken out of glance with no real wonder.

Focus is just given by technical participation.

It’s really a matter of time, nothing more.

Poetry is simply wasted; they’re nothing except speakers along the lines.

Rhyme and reason are excused out of voluminous texture.

Listeners like these are tongue and cheek and not serious from withdrawal.

Words are said but not thought.

Dreams go on into as ridiculous a light as their sounds.

All their volume is talk without substance, noise without expression.

They’ll likely follow me wherever I go because they can’t follow their noses.

Escape may be possible for readers I’m warning to.

If you go by sounds all the time you’ll surely make a terrible mistake.

Have thoughts in your words- don’t just let the sounds go by without conscience.

Make your thought first before you speak, and, when you speak, think.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Sounds-804839282