Hein sight is a wonderful thing
I feel its every rhythm in the birds that sing
The déjà vu of our daily routine
Bathroom soliloquies of teenage dreams
Political debates as to whats on toast
Some declare jam, others marmalade boast!
Farewell the actor calls, from the door of his house
To the strange vibe that shook, not even the mouse
Hollow inside, husky tone reverberations escaping
Through the verbal vortex of words I’m creating
Essentials and eventuals, according to and recommended by
Who are they to spread the wings of an angel and say where to fly?
Take me to the trees where once long into the past I felt the sensation
Of a previous life’s cornucopia of knowledge flooding my current manifestation
Fear or cheer your god’s names throughout your merry days
Or live a life of freedom where the world is yours play
As an outspoken poet and advocate for a greener earth
I encourage all the materialists to google define the meaning of worth
Technology won’t help, only hinder your quest for the truth
It’s in finding the eureka! that happiness will go through the roof
Little black books, wooden coffins and other tools of our trades
In looking never knowing, in knowing only enslaved
Victims of the culture, the acquisition and the power
Corporations devour the genuine, adding bricks to their tower
Replying to the offers that would rob the honest of a humble meal
The sensation that keeps the bitter guilt and ruins the scent of the real
In reaching for the stars we ask, was she pushed? or did she fall?
In truth she was never given the chance to ever reach at all
Grab yourself a pencil and draw for me your desire!
Now take this message to the people and with it inspire!
In writing I always question the need to use my voice
Then I think of poetry like a letter an eagerly await your response
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