Open The Door

“Open the Door”

Open up your freedom and look at your starting convulsion.
Demand that you be heard and fight to be startling.
Creation and Art is the highest summit to experience conclusion.
Of your temptations to explode, a wry expression smarting.

As was long ago spotted, hiding your power to define.
Now you stand bright, you are primed to amaze.
Toward your new monument’s of pronouncements in kind.
Form of oratory to abash and communicate praise.

Every stride is this exclamatory echo to counting good visions.
All these static positions you must stake as your point.
Announcing a new architect to complete these fine tuned revisions.
The angles you present will change their sight and glory anoint.

Your pride, in high stance, must then strengthen this core.
To canonize your call as though brought forth as righteous.
Your past scar’s make chained innocence, legally poor.
A parent’s sins visited those children on generation’s so cautious.

But your stand is beginning to weaken and your story grows old.
You fall to battle to any dissension to your cultural bludgeoning.
Constant whining is irritating and this belittling is racially low.
As Shakespeare wrote, “Methinks thou doest protest too much!”

You have made yourself low in divining this downtrodden façade.
You have made yourself low in compounding guilt upon the innocence.
You have made yourself low by orchestrating lies in your parade.
You have made yourself low.
This spite is acidic through your arrogance.

The Mystery Valiant
11-3-2002