Artists At The Vanguard

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