Poetry is a calling


Like a moth to a flame, I cannot tear myself away;
I must look again, to see what I was blind to see when insane.
Sanity brings clarity; my eyes are wide open.
Let it all come from studious thoughts
And be written in poetry without reason.


Burn your history behind you, by telling your story;
Without you there is no me.  To the end!  Forward to glory!
Book up your ideas, in a non-idyllic life;
Cause pain, more forward, suffer pain and write.


Banish bygones to a memory of Hell;
Let all fall before the sword, inside books, under your spell.
Let passion shine through like a ray of sun;
Let no-one tell you to stop your writing, until you are done.


You know everything inside your enlightened mind;
So scars can no longer be formed, life cannot be taken.  It’s alive!
Destiny is calling; do not ignore its call.
When words become power, we shall rule the world!
In a land of dis-placed people, searching for any answer,
The chancer takes his chances and the laughing boy becomes the fool.


Poetry is a gift, so embrace the peace, love and empathy within,
Because if you cannot sing or dance,
At least you can write something with meaning.
It is you who is doing this; it is they who wish to do it too.
It is a necessity; it is a thing you love;
You are no longer a Hu-
Man being on this land, you are immortalized.
You have risen up to a higher state of consciousness;
You have learned to fly.


Now you soar above the landscape
And roar out your words.
Let all who hear my call, roar with me,
For we are human no longer; we are birds,
We are fish, we are mammals, we are nature and the unseen.
We are writers, we are poets, we are in tune with everything.


We become something, to feel its thoughts;
We morph before your eyes.
We are constantly evolving;
We know just how it would feel, so we must write.


A calling to all;
You are what we have been waiting for.
Poetry is a calling;
You are an artist…so go show the world.


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