Portal
Be ye a temple to thyself,
be plain and simple right off the shelf,
or be a Mayan of long ago,
a calendar odds that stole the show,
Be here a while and gone the next,
if you have felt your life being hexed,
these venues of opportunity,
hexing snooze to possibility,
Be heedful of the portal,
since your existence was made immortal,
soul peradventures a righteous cause,
be it the moon or faraway Mars,
Be the creator, make with the muse,
these, doors and gates your point of views,
a tune o'er an opera house,
a suite harmony quiets the schoolhouse,
Be of the arts, if not Mozart, then ...
Van Gogh, Cezanne, Monet even,
said portal, 'tis a gift for the mind
entertained, enlightened, and refined,
Be out that great door, and simply explore,
unlike Poe's dear sweet Lenore,
that raven made Poe feel poor,
the portal's key, he'll be free forevermore,
Be Poe and Lenore, forevermore,
sans that raven, evens the score,
that portal answers your questions,
bear your confessions, free from transgressions,
Behold the truth, the truth of it all,
that gate, that door, so-called, portal,
there's more to life than just break-even,
that portal is … your way to heaven.
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Hilo Poet
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