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OF LIBERATING
POETIC JUSTICE
(Apropos Of)
(Freestyle Rendering)
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]:-