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Remember Poetry, Remember

To write and communicate a message is a privilege

I have been recently learning about the true meaning of music

and you know much like in books, it is a communication process

or a conversation, if you will.

 

 

 

 

The writer's pen is on a marathon to catch the chariots of fire

Ascending and transcending; documenting, I feel the passion of the ART

I breathe in the good and exhale vowels and consonants

Showered with uncommon common sense, I feel the love bleed

I am taken on these heavenly steeds and I observe galactic creeds

 

A Harmony of colonies surrounds me, and I know that Divinity lives

There are Pirates and all sorts of thieves, who wear cloaks and carry knives

But not the steel cutting kind but the soul-piercing blinds

In a place of truth and clarity, The Angels will souls find

and Heaven is a place next door

Above the skies we will soar

They will choke and abhor those who do not conform with God's Norm

But The Divine Creator loves us all, so they too will heal and come into their rightful form

 

With these goals crested in bars of gold, I remember poetry

Though the posts may seem blurry at first but I remember poetry

I may die some day if not today but I will carry the floetry

I may decay and my contempt or bad reputation may dissipate but I flow with Poetry

In the shadows of dust and darkness where forlorn hope may be the only globe, I shine with the Els and its forebears, the Titans of old

 

Never arrogant but always present and grateful, I remember poetry

Shackled and wrestled, beaten and butchered, I remember poetry

The meanings channeled on a carousel, I decipher and thank poetry

With the last word a sword to bore nonsensical spores where imbalance tore, I REMEMBER THAT POETRY IS MY HOPE. And God Knows, if not I'll show and worthy of anything; that which is due will be bestowed. I REMEMBER POETRY.

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moment-momeant
33 / M / South African
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Aug 29, 2014
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