Nothing to fear but fears own stab.
The dread of despair to make its grab.
The heart fills and there is no respite
but the healing of time and to cry a bit.

To stay away and avoid at all cost.
To prevent the discomfort of equilibrium all lost.
All one has to do is plan up a plot.
To schedule and scheme up the ok or not
Kept to behold the dread of all dread
The All too encompassing Should in its stead.

But soon to discover an irony to set its tone to rise.
As the Should takes on a life of its own ends
The Tyranny of The Shoulds really ought to be banned
The 'Benevolent' perhaps to take up its stand.

When the words don't come
Know that they always do,
For sometimes to speak the shortest simplist words,
One but needs to utter no sound.

The faculty of hearing twice for granted taken,
'till left ear canna blockage; its rendered useless ear canal blockage it's hearing entirely forsaken!

The faculty of hearing for granted taken Twice,
'till it's left one is rendered useless by a rouge sound blockage device.

Last night,
I saw a Man I once respected,
Doing something very wrong.
Now he is Just a Man,
A Man I once Respected.

Message on the Wall in a Scrawl,
It's nature quite advanced alluding to the fact it's not mere child's play.
Aside from the text meaning lies therein, but above all what does the message say.
Not what it Reads, but rather, you see,
In the mere fact it exists lies the key,
For by its validation alone comes one to conclude it stands to be painted over today.

Dear God,
Surely,
To you,
My Heart,
I would give,
If Only,
I knew where does it lie...

To construe a feeling from deep deep within,
And to Have it out, form the words, yet to keep it in.  
The art of expression in a Quantified way.
Letting out some of the nuances, but keep others at bay.
The liberty to express what is really there.
All awhile no one's really there to hear.
And lest a fellow poet would
Take a peep.
Indeed 'Tis verily plausible the Sullied Secret may still Keep.