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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a world where we are constantly told how we should do this and that, we must learn to thank them for their opinions…but, to listen to our own hearts and THINK for ourselves. There is a difference between guidance & being told what to do; where opinions are sometimes, sadly, just glorified pre-judgments in hiding. In this world today, more than ever, we must stand our ground and water our seeds with our own heartbeats. Because in the time one could spend listening to loud/louder/loudest opinions of why one should or shouldn’t do it someone else's way, one could have already done it their own way. Always move in the direction of time: Forward ... Another herd of evaporated soliloquies Flashing warning signs of good-will Unto the lost The deaf The mute The righteously blind They simply ask for a sip of strenuous cognac To lighten regurgitated burdens Yet, throats become condensed with Good intentions Under a cratered moon, afflicted with two-faced vertigo How can one stand in the face of adversity When our legs are kicked from the same foundations That opinion’s high court built How can I be told to write with syllabic serenity When a rambunctious rhyme Would be the socialized death of me “Guided” by educated parchments, recycled without signatures … If poetry is freedom, Why do critics scream in beer-battered rings of opulent contradictions? If poetry is freedom, How is one frowned upon for speaking the word of Life, the word of God The same God who told us to speak upon epiphanies’ climactic pain Towards the same “heaven”, They swear, They’ll arrive at. ©Drake J. Eszes
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