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Upon free willed spirits existing
On a dreamscape of illumination,
Ambiance stimulated floating words
Falling down waterfall caresses,
Stimulating rippled lines of verse.
Lush swaying vegetative medicinal state,
Sheen of a mind, set so free to wander.
Landscape of rainbow darting butterflies,
Prancing upon lines of interpretations.
Unique to the individual soul’s purpose.
We exist on unique paths of independence,
Challenging the ever changing terrain.
Finding the fragrance that stimulates
The adrenalin of creative artistic blossoms,
Natural bouquet of sensual gratification.
Verbal painted canvas of penned strokes,
Lined delivery delivers maximum indulgence.
Every character liberated upon space.
Shooting stars inside exploding ideas,
Sculptured stimulated heartbeats feelings.
Declaration of independence of meanings,
Every added syllable, true artistry of freedom.
Liberty of enlightened true thinking patriots
Never fearing the written or spoken word.
Religion to them was holding hands in unity.
Their diverse masterpiece of divine cohesion
Never dictated allegiance for admittance.
It never gave wealth country club status.
Poverty to them was those starving in battle,
People hugging each other in American warmth.
Today’s climate is so bitter it divides reasoning.
Philological differences tearing at the fabric,
Labeling one a traitor in one breath of fresh air.
Allegiance terms of surrender of one’s religion
To setup to a national standard of political beliefs.
The poverty of the words lies in corporate values.
Where people take stock in creative markets,
Using a divide and conquer merging power base.
Delivering the great democracy to CEO control,
Where we tell other nations, where to go as allies.
Winds of spirited wings levitating the landscape,
Wild West spirits of Judge Roy Bean political justice.
Seeing the eagle flight as a threat to their reign
For every living thing must conform immediately.
As tears float down a face, once called an American,
Greatest revival of all faiths holding hands in diversity.
Words imprisoned in democratic freedoms, lost.
Dreams awakened upon a revival saving all of US.
Somewhere in America not on company time 06/02/05 ©
The Terminated Free Spirited Poet Searching Out America’s dreams