Spectrum Of Humanity
by David Lester Young
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Lies between black and whites hues,
Bleeding veins of red blood corpuscles,
Spread across liberal and conservative
Diversity of immense culture differences.
Faces unique to different body forms
From skinny to overweight gravities.
Minds independent upon their space
Claiming their own inner universe.
Thoughts unique to individual freedoms
Thinking from brain washed cloning to
Creative artistic uninhibited molding,
Masters to the canvas of Liberal Arts.
Billions upon billions of human beings
From conception to the graves of time,
Taught by teachers of the humanities.
Music from classical, rock into blues,
Voices that defy singular clarity yet
Harmonize in a melody of breathing.
Words of endless words combinations
Written in changing formats of time,
Translated among changing languages.
Histories of recorded light waves
Traveling from birth to certain death.
Shelves of pages paged together books.
Spectrum of light sounds merging,
Seeding the minds blossoming change,
Gaining definition of rainbow visions.
Respect for Godís mass of children
Holding the hands of the clock of life,
The best ahead and the worst behind.
For the magic never stops changing,
Even for eccentric poets of depressions.
Filling the voids up, with words of hope,
Falling down praying to arise again,
Giving up, to only kick oneís own ass!
For time revolves not for one but for all.
Note: Termination can force one into or out of failure. Determination of your terminated words must then commit to the impossible odds of success. One was blessed with a purpose and to give up under intimidation, will say you never existed. The truth is inside the salvation within you that you have to dream from, the poverty of your wealth lies in believing your worth as a human being. As a poet, sometimes the roller coaster ride gets rough, from the emotions inside changing states upon the pages of time.
Somewhere in America not on company time 05/04/05 ©
The Terminated Single Free Spirited Poet