Cascading Metaphors Poem by John Ackerman

A perpetual stream of sacred consciousness flowing ever and ever beyond planets and stars and even plenty of universe.
beacon of light to a hurting world in seek of solace to delve into one's emotions
a challenge to be free is a question of time my one solution is using my mind
Cascading metaphors in direct portion to the piece at hand within mere twilight
words can't express even with cadence the obvious of its simplistic stance
one in twain yet mark on a blotted page yet clearly intact

Poetry is deep inside me through tragedy one can easily see its sweet destiny
words can hurt it also can transform the notion of never looking back at the plow
a breath of fresh air in the rainbow of brilliance hearts will unfold
remember me in times such as these through my poetry
lines permeate a deeper heightened meaning of being