Perhaps the thesaurus?
Too prehistoric.
Maybe the dictionary...but
haven't you heard? No sound rhetoric.
I implore you to read it from toe to head
I'd rather read a vagrant mind instead.
I'll skip novels because I'm not well-versed
Hell, their devilish ways make me feel coerced
Like a willow in the desert cursing its thirst,
at first glance: feat of nature; at last, at its worst.
Ramblings aside, the greatest things left unsaid
are readily spared by pens and lead.

A meteor you are,
earthquake from hell am I
from underground so far,
to falling from the sky.

An effort made so deep,
A vision set so high,
Your sediments shall creep
'til once more we're awry.

Feeling the need to trade this two for an eight
In exchange for a flush or even a straight,
I'd settle on sand; any hand, two pair;
but life on the river is seldom but fair

Manning this vessel aimlessly
On open sea that beckons me.
Yet which direction do I set my sails?
According to the wind, if all else fails.
Alas, scar-clad from my ruthless ambition,
Longing to free my shackles of inhibition.
Wishful aspirations of self-deposition, yet
Auspicious sights arising on the horizon.

Tears wept like droplets beneath a faulty pipe; for the braves
A woman stranded wondering, Is this the last goodbye?
A man stood pondering petrified, contemplating his demise
An infant unable to comprehend, yet she nonetheless cries
A captain sat perplexed, These lives are jeopardized
An ocean parting waves coupled by parting waves
The horizon sits between them as an autumn sky.