Poetry

 

Past the greatest deed that you could ever do,
And past your 15 minute fame . . .
And past the fact that YOU WERE RIGHT!
     - There is freedom to attain -

A birthright you had
Before name
A home beyond foreclosure;
You’re a citizen of that
Which remains,
After thought expires - from over exposure.

A postulate of unimpeachable stock,
A piece of Life’s a priori rock,
The place where spirit’s picked soul’s last lock
     - Yes, there is freedom to attain -

Electric Valleys
Golden,
Warm,
Unchained Melodies / Now Transformed,
Passions Surf Real Currents Stronger;
Storms of Laughter/
Joy Revealed;
The Mother/Father Land -
Concealed,
No Longer . . .

Within our sleeping hearts and natures,
Fulfillment’s sweet perfume awaits us,
     - Yes, there is freedom to attain -