WHILE BEAUTY SLEEPS ,THERE ARE SOULS UPON THIS EARTH THAT HAVE NEVER KNOWN HER. MANY SEASONS HAVE PASSED AND HER EYES ARE STILL SHUT. SHE IS HIDING BEHIND PAVEMENTS OF TAR AND CEMENT. SHE IS DRUGGED FROM THE SMELL OF BURNING RUBBER AND PLASTIC SCENTS. STYROFOAM HAS COMPROMISED HER HEALTH. THERE ARE SOULS UPON THIS EARTH THAT HAVE NEVER LAIN EYES UPON HER. I AM HERE TO TESTIFY,TO TELL ALL WHO LISTENS ,THAT I AM A POET-I CAME TO TELL YOU THINGS THAT ONLY POETS CAN TELL.
THERE ARE SOULS THAT I ENNOBLE, WHILE LOOKING THROUGH MY EYES THEY CAN SEE THE DEEP WOODS,THE FLOWING FOUNTAINS,THROUGH MY EYES THEY CAN ENVISION THE FRAGRANCES OF A MILLION BLOSSOMS BOBBING , BOBBING TO THE CRICKET'S NIGHTLY SONG.
I AM THE ARCHITECT REBUILDING THE WALLS OF TIME... DESPERATELY TRYING AM I, TO SING MY SONG-BEFORE MORE MORTALS DIE;TO SING MY SONG BEFORE MORE MORTALS DIE. THERE ARE SOULS UPON THIS EARTH.TI'S' SAD BUT VERY TRUE -WHO KNOW NOTHING OF LOVE AND BEAUTY.
WE ALL MUST LIVE TO DIE,OR DIE WITHOUT EVER LIVING. WE STUMBLE AND SOMETIMES FALL HOWEVER
WE HAVE THAT SOMETHING, THAT LOST SOULS NEVER SEEN.
WE KNOW GRACE,AND MERCY, WE KNOW COMPASSION LOVE AND RESPECT,WE KNOW MOUNTAINS AND VALLEYS.WE ALSO KNOW BLUE SKIES WITHOUT CHEM TRAILS. WE KNOW PREYING MANTIS, WE KNOW BEETLES AND SNAILS.WE KNOW BREADFRUIT; AND WHY DANDELIONS AND MUSHROOMS GROW. WE KNOW WHERE BEAUTY
SLEEPS SO WE TELL THE POETS TALE.WE SPEAK OF DAYS GONE,AND GENTLY AROUSE HER AS WE SPEAK.
I AM NOT AN ARTIST OF SPOKEN WORD, NEITHER AM I A PROFIT I AM BUT A POET SHAKING BEAUTY GENTLY AWAKENING HER LONG, LONG NAP.... REMEMBERING WHEN INNOCENTS REIGNED AS KING. I DO NOT RECITE FOR MONEY NOR DO I SING FOR FAME........I ONLY REPORT WHAT MY HEART RECORDS AND LOOK FORWARD TO THE SPRING.
I HAVE DANCED WITH THE HUMBLE,AND SHARED WISDOM WITH NOBLE QUEENS-MY EXCITEMENT OVERFLOWING BRINGS JOY TO OPEN EARS.LOVES FURY HAS ENTITLED ME TO SHIELD YOU FROM YOUR FEARS. MYSELF ,YES ME, I WHISPER SOFTLY AS NOT TO DISTURB HATE. GOD BLESS YOU ON YOUR JOURNEY. I CAN NO LONGER RUN INTERFERENCE ,OR SAVE YOU FROM FATES FABLES . YOU HAVE WHAT YOU NEED TO CARRY ON..AND I KNOW THAT YOU ARE ABLE. WHEN LOVE GAVE BIRTH TO POETRY ...I HAD A POETRY BABY..I HAD A POETRY BABY. By:
Mama Oladeji Alrounqueen aka Acquah,: DEDICATED TO ALL MY POETRY BABIES/ WHO WRITE OR JUST LOVE...POETRY. Jan 7th 201
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