Whoever You Are To Be

Time flux wanderlusts your unique individuality.
Woe for me, to kowtow, any proud persona personality.
Alas for me, to confine, your attentive distinctive creativity,
Whoever you are To Be; one must acknowledge your originality.

To have my words, be blessed by your time, is a true honor;
As a poet; Your flight must flutter Free Verse brushstrokes,
As if, a butterfly, writing winds current, in watercolor words.
Whoever you are To Be; therefore must form their own canvas.

Upon the indentation of verbalization, one cocoons the past,
With the presence of today, to blossom forth, butterfly Freedom.
Where your insight will transform this world into wildflower seeds.
Whoever you are To Be; rhythm salsa blues your words, in Who You Are.

Extrasensory perception within you, must inspire word’s HeArtMosphere.
Wherein the Art of living, are Aura HeArtBeats within livid improvisations,
Whereby, we compose composition, with pure prowess determination.
Whomever you are To Be; arise To Be knighted as a poet tour de force.

David Lester Young 07/11/16