Silence Of Poetry
Listen to the sounds between the characters vibration
The words inside minds that are never allowed a voice mold.
Those poems so blind in others minds having blank verse vision
In fogs of forevermore’s nevermore one color faceless cold.
Type the white character on a white page without shades pleats,
Take the contrast of perfection in reflection within one dimension.
Writing the time line with a pen that never quivers a heartbeat
Graven line with a beginning and end, buried in empty space indention.
I am the poem that will never be made to cry any visible substance,
The America Poet of Homeland Security after math Katrina filter.
The Microsoft email graveyard reign in dead letter poets society stance,
Blue Collar enslaved colored mind of America’s coffin locked box filler.
I am David, never “to be” allowed a Ben Franklin Post Office guarantee
The Free Speech ghost of Free Press Corporate Microsoft mutation mime
Where one by one by one by one we are redefined cloned colored amputees
Amputated of History and Heritage, in reading, writing, arithmetic failure minds.
Bred to fight wars as mindless gladiators mercenaries war’s BlackWaters
Born to serve as servants those Christian/Jewish gold shores of GreenWaters
We are the colored blood flowing killing field’s universal color in RedWaters
Conservative politics of hate, overcoming Conservative religion love of Baptism waters.
The redistribution of wealth from Democracy backwards into the Dark Ages plutocracy.
The Civil Liberties Liberal Arts of enlightenment back into the Inquisition of bureaucrats
Who rule from a the White Collars Country Club select memberships of Caesar autocracy
Where political servants assume the role as Masters CEO Intelligence Czar technocrats.
They are the filters that eliminate the Jazz and the Rap elements.
They take Black Blue Collars into conforming White Collar Super Stars.
Where they and all artists are put on Country Star tight leashes,
Where Judge and Jury Wall St. CEO’s silences that Declaration of Independence poetry.
That employee homes are banned Vietnam Veteran napkin therapeutic release.
That all Veterans must be denied their nightmare reality soul of Uni-Verse,
In the Silence of Poetry’s muted tears, inside living suicide silent screams.
Where in Wikileaks, we find the Truth’s cost in war in fifty million dollar luggage.
That what Lies in Washington is more Gomorra than Bethlehem and Moses.
The brain melts down into silken sheets swallowing time
Layered prisons that intertwined the threads of life
To weave live lines in Washington’s insanity reality
That God I wish I could afford a U. S. Senator McScrooge
That have Conglomerate Goliath master pieces of Gluttony,
But Christmas this year will be in closed eyes of dreams,
Where the Ghost of Christmas presence are dreams of the past.
Where the future offers a Senators hollow caste grave mark.
Here lays an America that Lies in Washington’s Banshee cry.
Christmas for this poet would be just to receive Holiday Greetings
Email in a Hotmail Account that allows Americans to pray with me
That God Bless Made in America Christmas is about a greater Love
Of humanity that all the wealth of this hatred of political division
That the miracle is not in Washington but our neighborhoods compassion
That Katrina has shown how alienated our government has become.
Let me wish all you gems of creation this poet’s gem seed poetry Heart.
God, hell must be full of Politicians, for if heaven is full of them. God, I would rather burn in hell that live in eternity of their indignity that they have become the lowest form of public servant, I look at Senators who work for Wall St Wealth and gag a maggot full that these erectile disorders can hold the Middle Class tax social security relieve hostage for their billionaire elite sponsors .
David Lester Young 12/06/10 ©