Conscience Of Fire And Brimstone

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Open Poetry #21

Conscience Of Fire And Brimstone

D.Lester Young
Senior Member

since 2001-12-08

Posts 1219
Austin, Tx

0 posted 2002-07-22 09:10 PM

In all the words of our language
Why do not people envision
That change can be made
To things set in concrete

In the dynamite power of a free spirit
Blast away with a full onslaught
Creating sand
Freeing the bond of water’s adhesion

In stone walls lined with people
Who have the power to change things
Sandblast them into such clarity
In the open eyes that must then dream
Of making a difference

As my words fade in shame
In a cocoon that hides sorrows
Laying waste in self respect
In dry tears that can not cement

I shoot a flare out into the universe
In a smile that should not be
On roller coaster ride that needs to compose
For the words retreats to only refuse to hide

In cracks so small they are not there
That hope may then bring forward
In words not yet said
In scratch marks on paper just thinking

Why should I try to change things?
Foundations of public trust
So invincible that words bounce off
In the status quo

Who am I to challenge an institution
That will not listen
Just laughing as if infallible
Yet so ripe that the shell has cracked

I am an American nightmare
A conscience of fire and brimstone
And who when provoked
Will thunder and roll

Into an avalanche of words
That will be heard like hailstones
On tin roofs pounding to be heard
From those looking the other way for convenience

So those that abuse the American trust
In accounting statements of deceits
In hidden transactions of illicit gains
And forgetting the words of trust
In the faith of what built this country

My words are waiting
In the volcano of my mind
To flow out like a demon venting rage
And destroying your invulnerability
For vengeance is in the public’s eye
Of an American dream flying a flag of respect
In red white and blue

Thought: Someday people will again be heard in independent criticism and be allowed to use a public medium in the power of the bills of rights, for a controlled society is one ready to burst in the explosive strength of self expression.

D.Lester Young (07/22/02)
Tuscaloosa, AL
Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry)

the_loner_23
Member Ascendant

since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

1 posted 2002-07-22 09:22 PM

This was so cool

Cold hands means a warm heart

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