Broken arrow

Somewhat discontent,
In a previously thought
Certain fate.
Now a hazy state,
Of foggy brain waves.

A thousands pages
Described in one poem.

Composed in a cage,
Completely unknown.
But absolutely direct,
And specific tone. 
 
Perfectly pressed,
New York gazette 

White woven A4,
Passion paper.
And a blue,
fountain pen.

Chicken scratches.
Blaspheme,
Instagram message..
Can’t handle this,
Instant Information Age.
Mostly lies and un needed hate
Time for me to ramble on.

Are you a listener, or a speaker?
A poet, or a painter.
A poet may notice
From youngest to oldest
All over the globe
No matter the language 
Words can be magic
Transforming like solstice 

Poetry is flow free
Emotions are an endless sea
Every word is a token
But in all combination 
None has been spoken

Take the time,
Learn to fly.
No need for wings,
You can glide.
The wind will get you by.
The sun will shine the light.
When the world makes you cry,
Only you can make it right.

Broken arrow-strong heart
Broken wings-strong song
Broke and lost-find a cause
No problem can’t be solved.