I am that poet
Most hated
Under appreciated
Spokes person
Against the perversion
Of expression’s freedom
The kingdom
Where thoughts rule
Distraught fools
Words stand guard
Long & hard
Patrolling the human mind
As land minds
Blasts holes in the BOX
Til rubble & rocks
Is all that remains
Of the constraints
To ignorance’s dungeon
Causing a sudden
Awakening of scattered
Neuro-patterns,
Birthing conscious offspring
Like Saturn’s rings
New ideas start to circulate
And populate brains
Where thoughts fly planes
Instead of riding trains
Rails serving as chains
Leading along a predetermined path
And the aftermath
Is the reciprocity
Of contentment with mediocrity
The essential
Fullness of potential
Lying dormant
While truth searches & seizes without warrants
Ram-shacking vehemently
The house of naivety
Talk about a rude awakening
10.9 rector scale earth-quakening
Findings as the faults change states
Varying the look like a switch of template
Causing one to con-template
Their previous fate
As previous belief structures fall
Leaving the need to rebuild it all
Like New Orleans after Katrina
Creativity acts as FEMA
Only assisting those that qualify
No amount of pleading will nullify
Its biased decision
To aid only those with vision
Beyond the tele-vision set
They fear me because I’m a threat
I am that poet