Remove The Language Barrier. Poem by Paul Brookes

speak out, yes speak out don't be mealy mouthed
say the words taste them on your tongue
the sweet, the sour, the savoury.
cowardly ones or the ones with bravery
the gay ones,
straight ones
the songs, odes and modes

a poem is no good mute, mute is no good, turn up the volume
to the max.
when you read from the volume make it loud and proud
it has to be said, spoken, the words woken.
don'tkeep it enshrouded, mind locked, imprisoned in a labyrinth,
lost,
brain tossed
covered in moss.

words are meat and drink.
they say I love you,
hate you,
like you
want you
give voice to the voiceless,
love to the loveless,
joy to the joyless,
hope to the hopeless

no matter how long or short,
poems can make you happy, blue,
make you cry and sigh and die and fly.
take you on a journey around emotions, across silver seas
into deep forests across the universe deep into the eternity of the soul.
oh yes, a poem's so much more it a persons inner thoughts
shared.

a poem's a headline stuck in the frontal cortex
it is the curlicues and avenues and frosty roads not taken
so speak out, I say speak out, till the world shakes
or whisper low and soft, bebrave
but speak out I say, yes speak out.