Live Your Grave Word’s Power Presence
Upon blank pages,
We bare our names naked,
Upon an invisible skeletal frame
Leaving that gravestone epitaph,
With an empty s-hell canvas coffin.
Oh wail poet,
Nail your Uni-Verse
With screaming elocution
In that static friction quill,
Create those ink spot chills
In friction of prose and verse
Storming aloud that core ecstatic
That thunders words down lines
In electrifying gray matter passages
Of cerebral currents creating Poetry.
Reach so deep inside your enlightened psyche
That the writing persona aura spirit illuminates,
God’s gift of a creative Declaration of Independence,
Where the Spring of Freedom finds inspirational wings
When Democracy alight winds, walks our Constitution.
Oh poet, set sails -
Far and wide.
Circumnavigate hemispheres of mind and matter,
Never let boundaries hinder any questions.
That in birth, we are not cloned puppets of silence,
But as God’s children, we share HIS diverse equality,
Which is never diminished by humanities Demigods,
Who command us with THEIR Ten Commandments.
That enslaves any hope into pauper dreams of exclusion.
Kneel in faith and believe in our own individual miracle
That in our Free Speech right, we arise high to be heard,
Upon epitaph pages that record our birth’s existence.
So upon a blank paper shout loud that you are alive.
And present live in your grave word’s power presence.
David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 04/27/12 ©