irresistable choice of words

The irresistible Choice of Words
The irresistible choice of words,
Spring to mind meticulously still,
Some cultured, some cured, some careless,
Without thought, wandering in scene,
Displayed casually of rare domain,
Naïve to its nativity; tongue silent,
Out of tune, tinkering with a tenacious innocence,
Blurts and babbles discord-shames metaphor,
Silences similes, ignores inspiration,
Lethargic- without notice of sense,
Boundless in pursuit of its bias,
The crowd, weary to cast,
The fool cannot fake its fickle charm.
The other, far from the former,
A Hemisphere bound by loose dominion,
Sits half-heartedly, wisdom untapped,
Careful not to wrinkle words,
Exposing envious forays of fantasy,
Enlightening masses in illusive magic,
Pretends precepts proposing comical convention,
Genius perceived genuine, pseudo stairs from mystics,
The crowd, busy to cast,
Fabricated by contrasts of dual deception.
Wise men, witness those who entangle truth,
Fight and claw; clutching onto the fury that lies within,
The nest that nurtures the sacred bosom,
Breast blushing walking naked,
In the garden, the greenness of grass,
Pure, void from vulgar attraction,
Seeks solitude; the seed lies ever still,
Desire; a martyresque-speaker of gospel,
Never asks, hides nowhere-seeks truth,
Yet the crowd, diffused from instruction,
Pardon the destruction; graze like fat "moos,"
Only to revisit the latter later,
In a wrinkled text from History class,
Rippling like rock water,
Across our cultural horizon.