Walk Thee Thy Verse’s Tincture Fixture

Time travelers, traverse thy, terse trails.

Wherein thy World of Words flail Trailways,

Troubadour wander wind’s poetic folkways,

Rhymester bard stir ring mind passageways.

Walk thy cerebral garden, temple aura hemispheres,

Explore thy inner strength amid lucid HeArtMosphere.

For within thee, is this Poet Tree rooted atmosphere.

Bud thee thy HeArt, dew blossom forth Poetry spheres.

Inflection contagious vivid vowels, carry consonant

Deflections stained livid, in thy flowing dye characters.

Reflect hearth, in thy campfire cradle calm, blessed soul.

Retroflect in thy wail of creative conception inspiration.

We -  We all have unique trials to ponder within reservations.

Art thou, a perpetual follower, puppet strings, pull cessation.

Never stepping out, beyond bound boundaries set fixation.

Lifetime - lifelong - endless - repetitive routine, met frustration.

Redundant, we enslave thy selves, in cement dye cast headstone.

Born to lie idle, complacent - conformed, brank stare stoneware.

Au contraire mon ami, spread thy wings amid spontaneous elation.

Find thy P chord, dew string verse, attuned to Earthen vibe motivation.

Poetry, is this walking rhyme, adrift inspiring Freedom time voyages.

Wherein as poets, we unshackle enslaved servitude, to loyal royal’s.

Thy individual creed is tis Declaration of Independence buoyancy.

Thee must write dye-namic words, into relevancy, achieving flamboyancy.

Arise Guardian of Legitimacy, write thy proud trail alight literary structure,

For amidst novel shelves, Poetician Sentinels, paint time travel pictures.

To Be examined forevermore, imagery evermore present, pride tinctures.

That upon one’s stain, we tint thy destiny presence portrait, poet fixture.