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We warrior poets
calligraphy ride boldly into the foggy fray
Our ancient, iron-will pens
are always getting battle-tested
time and time again     by cloudy blot resistance
We always rolled scroll win ... 
writing off into the sky conquering send

We’ve spilled much scarlet ink
onto fertile, crimson-stained ground
Our scythe labor declare,
that no scribe sheaf need ever bow down
These flame tempered, double-edged sharp words
have made oppression lovers nether sink
Back to the primordial soup,
wherein their reptilian eyes swamp slink

With pure guileless thrusts,
our Valerian steel-tipped ink voices
have cast many free-thought haters down
And the slaves of conformity
are liberated
from their fettered mental fate ... unbound

Us warrior poets
fearlessly ink stride upon the solar wind
Our futuristic, dilithium crystal pens
are ever ready to be Armageddon-tested
in the afterlife ... at farpoint last battle’s end
Upon New Genesis ground,
we will cherubic wing write quickly to defend

As for To-day, 
we warrior poets,
undauntedly, cross word swords
Keeping the slave-speak enemies 
at pyramid bay
 
Thus on quill wings, we swiftly rise    triumphantly
ever so high
Cosmic muse elevation ...
from Sol  to  Alpha Centauri,
we Icarus fly

Melting the wax in people ears,
dissolving 
their moist, inarticulate fears

A righteous, quantum flight — 
Thoughts beamed 
on a write parchment pioneer path,
moving thru void opinions

Mind-meld, photon wave riders
be we warrior poet FTL fighters
Ruminating Silver Surfers
purple heart traveling star to star
And each diamond-fought message mission,
truthfully, gets less harder

Delivering golden galactic ink seeds,
we peacefully received freely
Transporting those who sagely seek 
safe passage understanding,
thru the soul innervision portal

The continuum wisdom ripples
of our space-time trail contraction
goes much curvature further — 
Spoken ink echoes in silent action

With porcupine stings, we bleed    valiantly
our ire cause in the light
Know no black hole trepidation ... 
from Arcturus  to  Orion  to  Pleiades,
we jawbone Samson fight

Poet warriors forever,
we lift our glittering scimitar pens
to the darkened sky
Knowing that a knight’s cursive death
will bring about a bright dawning epiphany cry

O my kindred spirit warrior poets — 
So unafraid to die
for the right ... 
always the grail write, 
to express love of life


* FTL is an acronym, 
   whose designated meaning is
   Faster Than Light
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