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In the composing

of every liberated poet

of poetic justice,

every pen is a freestyle

composition

irrespective of structural

rendering

of the divine birth-wording

that has been given

from the supreme

conductor’s wand’s

 instructions

as to where to be

and go

in the rhythmic

flow of

the frothing waves

of awareness

shared in the imaging

canvas of eyes

and ears

to behold that

of the essence

of freed minds

whose souls

are as deep empty wells

waiting to be filled

with waters of awareness;

 

Come travel with me

along the poetic road

through the shadows of death

of those who would wave

restrictions on the way

we would have to travel in fear

come and travel with me

in rendering love

in which there is no fear

and chained restrictions

for as a free styling poet

there are no shackles…

nor should you be

in search of laureate

accolades of those who

agree that you have

agreed with them;

 

On the contrary

be a free styling poet

of divine guidance

and directions

of the supreme conductor

guiding you

through the high

and low bouncing notes

of the needed allegorical

awareness of truth’s canvassing

for you have been chosen

to orchestrate

flowing truth

and awareness that re-ignites

rest-stop minds to restart

liberation engines

to continue the symphonizing

journey to its encore…

 

Remember

the beat is yours

and so is the rhythm

of your flowing message

imaged in the playing words

of the highs and lows

in the half and full notes

in imaging oneness

of the onement

of the peace and love

of truth

that has given each word

its scriptural awareness

and guidance

of every belief system

that has been penned

and guided to give an ocean

upon which we may freely style

the sailing waves we send flowing

to froth on the shores free minds

canvassing and styling imaging

beauty and awareness…

 

Always know…believe…feel

and rejoice in the awareness

that if our clanging echoes

are not yet tingling the mind’s

eyes and ears of the present generation

they will be realized in the due time

that The Conductor has deemed to come

and their greatness will be clanging echoes

reverberating in that poetic concert hall

not made by mere human hands;

 

Thus as I sojourn to the conclusion

of this symphonic rhythmic rendering

that will have its echoing encore

in that concert hall of mind

dwell I me on the ever-present

Philippians’ overture:

“…whatsoever things are just…

whatsoever things are honest…

whatsoever things are lovely…

 whatsoever things are of good…

if there be any virtue…

and if there be any praise…

think on…” [this liberating free flow]:-
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