when change gone come when the freedom bell gone ring when shall we over come when some day gone be when peaceful water gone flow when we gone reach the bridge over troubled water when trouble gone end when we gone move on up when we gone be one love when we gone be one heart when we gone feel alright where is the stairway to heaven when will there be peace from injustice when will our life just like everyone else's matter when will we see glory when will they see killing us is only setting us free the seed will multiply as above so below when we gone they gone wish they had let us go we gone see it through
The Immortal Wize
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Wise_Notion says: For sure...i see...thanks for sharing |
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mlowe5 says: That's dog gone it for sure. He (thewhitehousedevil) gone be gone! Beautiful...powerful share. Thanks. Peace and Love. |
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Kingqadardwon' says: We we experience all of these, their thrill will be gone! |
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love_supreme says: I like this poem. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize
The JesterI escaped the blade of the guillotine like a court jester disrespecting the queen the king thinks he knows where I'm coming from I hit em' with another one knock him off the throne it's only words carved in stone there's a twist in the tail the dog cry's in pain what's the meaning of life if you gonna die in vain words are like balloons easy to inflate if filled with helium easy to escape the grasp but can't break free from the string attached look at that it's a bird it's a plane it's a flying thing people point and laugh at the jester's clothes but what they don't know is the jester knows it's no crime in shame as children all we want to know is why as adults all we want to do is cry soon enough the child will know why we laugh and joke and poke a pin size hole in fun to deflate the propagandized design to release the hot air inside the lies between the ocean wide divide we do not co sign signatures on dotted lines I suppose it's gonna rain if the sun don't shine will we ever...  |
The Making Of Youadd a little sugar a honeysuckle lamb we try to recite the pieces of who I am but the words are close yet they are not quite the full measure of the spark we make tonight Curtis pulled the rhythm from a quiet space Gladys gave it wings and timeless grace two different visions of the very same view that is the miracle and is also The Making of You |
The plow and Prophecythere’s no peace in bickering you can gossip I'm not listening I rather write the revolution while creating the resolution turn the earth over to cultivate the dirt then drop the seed to plant the future verse there's this immortal curse we pretend but know it hurt to see our young put in the dirt and in chains to do a masters work a call for leadership is a call for self what's a leader if no one helps the cry what cry when the cries go unheard a speech is only rehearsed words to rowl the crowd into roars the sound is drowning in its own noise we must climb the mountain before the banks break the peak belongs to the silence of the land the message to the valley is simple up or down find a way to land |
The Warden and The Flamehe gathered her from drift and dust a lonely ghost of cosmic rust he squeezed the dark until she bled a brilliant blinding dripping red “I’ll hold you close" gravity sighed to keep the wildness locked inside she grew so bright she burned so hot a fierce rebellion in the plot she pushed against his heavy hands straining to reach the outer sands for billions of years they danced in place in a locked embrace of creative space light travels and light must flee she slips his grip to wander free when her final hour awoke her tiny heart of thunder broke she let out supernova cry cast her jewels across the sky he stands alone where she was born with empty arms and fingers torn he cannot hold what he creates he only molds and shapes and waits |
The Cut Glassthe mirror is a boundary made of shadow glass, and pride it only shows the surface where the temporary hide when the work is finished the pressure claims its prize a sharper edge is waking in the reflection of the Wize truth is not a shadow it will not bend or pass the diamond of the spirit cuts through the looking glass scoring a lines through illusion where the superficial breathe and breaks the frame of mortal time to scatter immortal seeds the glass may crack and shatter, and the image fade away but what was forged in pressure isn't subject to decay the poet leaves the mirror cracked like a doorway left behind where anyone can look inside and see the cosmic mind |
The Making Of A Diamondthe universe is heavy and the dark is born to press it weights the drifting spirit with a terrifying stress high above the gravity commands the dust to ignite crushing down the formless gas until a star is bright but go beneath the mountain where the ancient shadows sleep there is a different type of gravity a pressure fierce and deep it takes the common carbon the forgotten blackened coal and squeezes out the weakness to create a flawless soul the poet sits between them feeling weight from top and floor bearing all the sorrow that the world has kept in store verses are like diamonds born of everything that hurts like love the heavy hands of gravity compressing life against the grain no room to adjust no relief from the chains it can't scream out so it chooses to change |
The Point Of DustA poet alchemised a stone into a spear philosophy is poetic like the force that binds the stars. We read the world before we write the words, to hold the weight is to collapse; even gravity must let go of what it receives shattering the star to seed the earth. As above so below the pressure builds the hands release and the dust becomes the spear. |
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