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Tie my hands so I may not touch others with potent realities
Bind me from what transpires about                                                                                     
Shackle my passions of indignation’s 
Muzzle my voice meant to below and not lilt
Blindfold me not see with a painter’s eye I rely
The art you’ll recognize, warscapes that captivate
Hinder me from perceiving what to navigate               
Shield me from poet’s stories begging to be told,
like the Buddha confined, b’fore escaping his privileged environs
Shroud what are already squinting eyes kept from comprehension
Gagged and kept in ignorance and with festering hypertensions
Cover my mouth for I shall not speak what is called truth               
Crush my spirit in defeat, trampled since my youth
What  is  left  for  me  on  this  earth?
Taken a fin d’une époque, an  end  of  mine  mirth
with a madcap army closing in, and a harsh prison penance
a desperate gaiety leaves its efflorescence, crimson wall art stains 
no more shall be a poets words and nothing beautiful remains 
ergo focusing on the vanguard 'tis rendered impotent,
when the rearguard deserts
Lavender lovers are fine they share a rapt audience,
tho we need to discuss harsher matters with more gravitas   
For this is  chattel slavery,  is it not?
Man enslaved like cattle, let me speak out for my heart is worn 
My  tears run  dry,  f r ee  m e  for life has taught me that when 
there are many coincidences, they are not
Excessive serendipity harbors an urgent message
speak softly at me be aware I scream a loud from the top of my lungs
ask questions not to be in the dark, my spirit cast 
k ee p   my spirit   f r ee   respect me!
Jail me in the dept of dungeons like the poets of yore,
Tho stone walls do not a prison make nor iron bars a cage

War is this  fellow  poets,
if you want to see a man returned from the dead
if you wish to confirm with your own eyes
that someone escaped the claws of death,
then  I’m sorry  to  disappoint 
I was never there, I was detained by those who don’t believe in order 
or justice and those who articulate tell me that we should not be free 
deem free speech promiscuous shall one day note that they can still change sides
Traitor, deserter, statesman, insurrectionist, call me what you want, 
You’ll say ‘I know I am fighting for the right cause, sadly it was for the wrong side
It’s what you’ll say, you shall see for yourself that
divine justice shall be liberating
Battles are fought for love and wars are lost,
Sometimes not all is fair in   L 
                                            O   V    E     and     W A R …
The devil hides behind many masks
and it can be a place where the serpentine
slithers in a demon’s lair
Lavender lovers are fine, they share a rapt audience
Under a lunar twilight's sky tho I shall resign
So, love doesn’t put her in danger
No, not in the nebula darkened horizon
What separates enlightenment and dull ignorance?                    
We’re making headway, a point of view, posits
They come alive in their works, all great poets of significance 
don’t hide themselves in velvet closets
And they shall live on forever in our hearts
If you don’t choose what’s right life shall choose for you
Courage and resolve are called for unlike the myriad 
of numbers unaccounted for, they cower ‘neath a rock
I shan’t remain a naïve babe in the woods
I flow like the waterfalls which cascade
whilst passions gush like the rushing rapids
Evil reigns supreme when good people do nothing
Phosphorous is the plaything of the devil
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