OF LIBERATING POETIC JUSTICE

CATEGORY

(Apropos Of Freestyle Rendering)

In the composing of every liberated

Poet of poetic justice, every pen

Is a freestyle composition—irrespective

Of structural rendering of the divine

Birth-wording that has been Given

From the Supreme Conductor’s wanding

Instructions as to where to be and go

In the rhythmic flow of frothing waves

Of awareness shared in the imaging canvas

Of eyes and ears to behold that of the essence

Of freed minds whose souls are as deep empty

Wells waiting to be filled with watering awareness:-

Come—travel with me along the poetic road

Through the shadows of death of those who

Would wave restrictions on the way we would

Have to travel in fear; come and travel with me

In rendering love in which there is no fear

Or chained restrictions; for as a free styling poet,

There are no shackles nor should you be in search

Of laureate accolades of those who agree that you

Have agreed with them:-

On the contrary, be a free styling poet

Of divine guidance and directions of the

Supreme Conductor guiding you through

The high and low bouncing notes of needed 

Allegorical awareness of truth’s canvassing;

For you have been chosen to orchestrate

Flowing truth and awareness that reignites

Rest stop minds to restart liberation engines to

Continue the symphonizing journey to its encore.

Remember, the beat is yours and so is the rhythm

Of your flowing message imaged in the playing words

Of the highs and lows in the half and full notes in imaging

Oneness of the onement of the peace and love of truth

That has given each word its guided scriptural awareness:-

Of every belief system that has been penned

And guided to give an ocean upon which we may

Freely style the sailing waves we send flowing

To froth on the shores free minds canvassing

And styling imaging beauty and awareness.

Always know, believe, feel, and rejoice

In the awareness that if our clanging echoes

Are not yet tingling the mind’s eyes and ears

Of present generations, they will be realized In

The due time that the Conductor has deemed to come;

And our greatness will be clanging echoes reverberating

In that poetic concert hall not made by mere human hands:-

Thus, as I sojourn to the conclusion of this symphonic 

Rhythmic rendering that will have its echoing encore,

Dwell, if you will, on the ever-present Philippians overture:

“…Whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are honest,

Whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good; if

There be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on [this…]:-”