the language from down under 1/11/17

the language from down under

no, no, not the country

but the language from down under, deep inside

so humanly recognizable, say as cursing

and then also, the mutterings,

the straight up swearing

that carries the banner of explanatory pride

of course, nothing intended to be cognizant

but very much the reveal

the presentation of the tumultuous upheaval

the emotional blathering from deep within

those kept puppies of repression and insult

that now have day-life of verbal delight

the screeching creatures of the dark night

that have found sound as their flight

like bats out of the self-cave,

in darkness they come

verbals that hardly address pronounceable speech

sure some do,

as if there is a directedness intended

beyond the necessity for release

the pent-ups, the brewing dirge,

the false-accusationals

all wanting a deep breath of loudness in flight

plundering the soundscape as if in a conquering

the pent-ups and the issue-bounds

seeking an exercise yard

they are the harvest of the emotionally unsaid

they are exactitudes of ardent self oppression

they who have laid dormant within

like bulbs of discomfort now finding their season

they come to blossom

with feelings as tones are their colors

they bloom with bellicose and breath aggressiveness

the lips that ride shotgun are pursed in nasty tango

the rest of the face, an appropriate costume of support

the howl is in a tone-register from within

cerebral interpretations are not needed

every animal within hearing distance understands

so let’s not confuse anguish with angst

for there is nothing intended to be existential about it

this is meant to be an in-your-face but not by summary

what you hear is a welcoming to another’s soul

spoken in a language beyond understanding or story

you either get it or are aghast

you are either bilingual as in native tongue and primal

or not at all familiar with the language from down under

a dictionary won’t help but empathy will

you have been unexpectedly invited

to place where few have traveled into another

it is a room with no windows

yet emotional posters cover all of the walls

there hasn’t been fresh air in there for quite a while

it has personal signature on low light display

adjust your senses and keep an open heart

and a translation will eventually come

that you fully down-under language understand . . .