Tangible, Intangible. Poem by Moxie De Lucky

Ripple of frozen tears beneath my chick
Flowing like breeze over the heaven mink
Think and thinking, over stones and brick
Brain storming and brain washing my trick
Over tangible ideal with intangible spark

I visualize them smiling in ancestor's accent
And deeply mourning in a modern debate
They will cry in the light and smile at night
People step to the date but never suit the fight
Intangible with hands, tangible with wit

Seldom people will see naked Scars
While it seed so much wound like heaven stars
It seems like myth, but not one in my eyes
I can see, i can feel and even touch the entire stories
Not something i can show, but something to create memories.