Words! So many beautiful words, I have never utilized; So many succinct, meaningful phrases, I have never deployed; A plethora of unrealized potentials. Always ready to engender, Even as they describe and elucidate, An irrational fury or a lonely, disembodied state, A nameless, obscure feeling or a happy, useful fate. I am so happy to exist, Bemused, enthralled - a single thread in a vast, endless, creative tapestry, Imagining, crafting and shaping, minute impassioned contributions to the prose and poetry That devolves into and joyfully becomes The Wonderland of Literature. A Way Back To Me! In uniform, stately, superbly disciplined rows, Deeply rooted in blood saturated, sun drenched loam, Green, sweet soldiers march swaying gently to a blue horizon, Away into the past, away from me. Oh! The endless hurt, the misery, and eternal suffering, That time, circumstances and history has inflicted, On those bowed, black, broken, wooly heads. The whips, the lashes, the manacles, the heavy immovable and immutable chains, A crescendo of cruelty – a zenith of suffering and pain. Yet from this bottomless pit, from those depths of despair, Rose an unparalleled flight of rhetoric, A transcendently beautiful, lengthy, incomparable epic, That communicates and demonstrates down and through the ages, An indomitable African will, a bridge from the past, a way back to me. The Watch Is Almost Done A space replete with denial and discipline. An empty, lonely shell. An arena of trial and tribulation, Appropriate to forge a spirit of truth. A minute focus of honor, In a world bereft of morality. A concentrated spawn of light, Growing and developing, fed by The heat of poverty and despair. Indomitable, determined and undeniable, Drawing on love, on a perceived human potential for good, Coalescing into a radiant torch, To illuminate every mind on Planet Earth, The watch is almost done. RUNNING OUT OF TIME Confronting at last, the monstrous and terrible enormity, Inherent in daring to be DIFFERENT, Of being a rational, logical being trapped amidst irrational, mislead, deluded humanity. Of being stripped of the protective insulation of popular fallacies. The Cross looms with monstrous, deadly inevitability. Telling the truth will eventually divest you of life, or sanity. As I suffer the completely pervasive, relentless hegemony Of a totally ignorant and uninformed majority, I perceive the awful reality that there is no safe option The completion of my mission wholly and absolutely depends on Divine Intervention. WILLIAM EDWIN VIRTUE
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 16:42:07 +0000
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