Words Profound in Colors

I write with words on clouds,
syllables shrouded in secrecy
and joined by tongues,
as air does support the exhalations,
the expectations of thought,
cradled in the dark rooms of mind,
where angst and doubt stand over,
as ego manifests a takeover,
and words are spouted,
agendas rerouted,
to glimmer wanted ends,
sublime.
My pen like fireworks displays,
every color made,
as sparks and glowing phrases
in hues of must and favor,
explode upon a luminous canvas,
pristine white in labored dues,
a plain of neutral for words ensued,
and meanings like a rising phoenix
explode in flames,
the ashes like lingering thoughts remain,
the aftermath of some refrain
of beauteous epiphanies.
And finished verses glitter bright,
exude fashioned colors from despair to joy,
and intentions hang on nearby clouds,
proud to be a purpose,
as eyes behold the surface of words and phrases,
lines and pages of heart,
spilled like blood upon the page,
from rage to the crystal clarity of calm,
embodied by the writers soul,
the whole of worth placed end to end
to gauge, then as you turn the page
a riddle does await, for all to sate.
Sometimes words on lightning bolts appear,
lighting up a blackened night
with bluish light severe,
and phrases snap back like snake attacks,
and lines never end,
just pause and then once again the onslaught
of vehement bitter assault,
spice and spitting, compromise unlikely
to avenge the bad intentions,
as meanings profound espouse
the darkest wills,
instilled in storms of dastardly deeds.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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Fantastic word play, Tony, and so enjoyable. Oh, the things words can do, dastardly deeds, indeed. I love this. Thank you for picking up the challenge. Excellent work. Take care.
Much appreciated Phyllis, glad you enjoyed. Cheers!