Conquered by a Poet

Nothing but words….so gentle and effective.
Functionality making it so painful and joyful….
Maybe so excruciating as well.
Some would prefer bombs and guns to the horrible quiet of peace.
Maybe its madness to some to see total freedom…..total paradise.
Its never been done….at least not for a very long time.
Its scary in a freedom giving kind of way.
There would be no more of the comforting consistency of war.
No more dealing with problems in a way so wrong for humanity.
I for one seek the pleasure of growth coming like a beautiful day in the park.
Face it those noise makers never really did work….did they?
War mongers have seen there last days……voluntarily or not.
The poet is going to speak to their souls.
The poet creates a feeling of finality over ignorance.
He brings the past to the present and drops it to oblivion…..
As if it was nothing.
He points to the past …….that slate has been wiped clean.
Now he says…. create a new day…..a new world.
One with no guilt or shame in what we have done.
Live only with the glorious feeling that we made it this far.
See the glass as half full.
And let that glass run over in possibilities……create liquid dreams.
They’ll fill a great ocean of want …..some beings are dying of thirst.
Monsters, saviors, heroes, beast and villains no more.
Me you and all standing naked and exposed in a way so personal.
Our dreams of light and dark seen in all there twisted and harmonious beauty.
It feels like a time of conscience.