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D.Lester Young
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since 2001-12-08

Posts 1219
Austin, Tx

0 posted 2003-04-27 05:24 PM

In the beauty of words,
so simple they must come out,
freely so unhindered,
the garden of a mind flow
blossoming on humanities faith
to understand them,
from open minds
inhaling fresh air,
questioning the reason for things.

The path to express yourself,
must never be blocked by limited minds,
who see your thoughts as threatening,
for the bridges must be built over that,
for their fear of words coming together,
seeing them as offensive
for they did not bother to read,
beyond a few lines, to find the reasoning
to censure you.

In the mind that wants to envision
the perfect rose,
so delicate it pedals are fairy wings
flying in the breeze of thought,
so exquisitely fragrant
that its intoxication
sends other minds to tears of joy,
in the miracle of free speech
budding in them,
developing a love to communicate
in such independent voices
the harmony is worldwide
being heard in the universe of all time.

Can one person make the difference?
Only if they came down from heaven,
so perfect that every one,
automatically knew the truth.
Yet poets have bumps and bruises,
scars of pride and sometimes shame,
one of mine has been
the fear of other people’s opinions
to see within my words of beauty,
awaiting my angel that would release
the ugly ducking into a prince of words.
I waited too long in my fantasy of reality.
For I have been released from my bondage
and my words will not lay silent anymore.

I may have to mend the wounds,
for the tiger is on the loose,
like the eagle if must fly free.
Those that chose to imprison it
may have the scars of my stubbornness,
but it is time for a miracle of understanding.
So if I have offended, not for writing something
but for the right to do so in a creative environment.
I apologize but release me into the wild,
where I can dance within my words.

Some within the company wanted to project
their image upon corporate policy.
But my style will not conform to creative accounting.
They will never be condemned for artistic freedoms,
from persons with open minds.
I disclaim them from being associated from it,
if they see my words as ugly.
Poetry is not usually about hurting things,
But sometimes it is about the hurt
that others have inflicted on someone.
If I chose to write about it,
in order for other to understand it,
saving them from the same
or that it provides therapy
then I will stand proud.

In a product that one company builds,
it is in a worldwide classic package,
designed like a perfect rose.
For the craftsmanship and pride
frees the mind of its driver
onto the road of pleasure.
For once behind the wheel
the comfort relaxes them
from a hectic day
in soothing luxury of artistry.

So I will keep improving my garden,
letting the thorns prick my pride,
for the blood must be real to feel,
the song of life singing within you.
In an almost angelic voice of independence,
your spirit will sense the beauty of things,
for truly the mind is a fantastic gift to treasure.

D.Lester Young 04/26/03

QjQ
Member Elite

since 2003-04-18

Posts 3756
U.S.A.

1 posted 2003-04-27 06:07 PM

what a great write and thoughts written,

"It matters not how you answer, It matters only if i hear you"

regards2you
Member Elite

since 2002-10-01

Posts 3940
California

2 posted 2003-04-27 06:36 PM

Dave,

Interesting write, but the last paragragh/stanza? is wonderful. Enjoyed that the most and touched me.

Hope you are well,

Hugs, Pat

..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
"Desiderata"

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