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WHY WOULD I? If it'll end in skull and bones Do I need the guns and drones If I have love for my brother What is with wars and anger If my heart know peace And I can dance to its silent melodies In the quiet and hush of my night sleep; If my ear can hear the songs of silent birds Through the sanguinity of my dream, Why then would I moan If without strive or fear I can open the lids of my eyes And my palms to the warmth and glow of the morning sun Why then would I Why then would I Still a poet be.

No Gold Through the city of forests Across their unbridged waters Under the soak of cold rains And the singe of sunned airs Through the chirp of jungle birds Beneath the dews of dawn and The sunset of forgotten evenings I have paddled on lost grasses My tired legs have traipsed Marshes and trailed rivers I have clambered mountains In lands unknown and hopped In airs of indifferent climes I have dined with aliens and Seen folly and excess wisdom In my infantile quest To follow the rainbow I ended here at her feet; no pot Alas no gold, jaded and weary I follow my steps rearwards To the roots I left in haste Humbled, fading; my ink, dried The cracked tablets of my heart Wet yet from the memoirs Her words painted on me Tonight, I am coming home Back to the adore of my ma To the cuddle of her bosom And the caress of her pap On my once youthful throat.

Gaining My Mind (Hearing voices) I hear voices Not of angels but of men Not of saints but of poets Not of poets with us But those gone I heard Coleridge As I cross the bridge The divide between bards And teething brats I hear Kipling When sleeping When awake I hear Blake Never written Lores, long forgotten Were told to me in depth In fear I caught my breath As I hear from silence From the hush and darkness Of my sleepless night I became a knight Named for an errand A mission to herald Like the muezzin call The pious to prayer These voices call My pen and I to paper Bleed my pen Bleed, tell the children Life is a thing they do not know Tell the adults they cannot know What life is Tell them They cannot win always Life is for living And not racing Spew my pen Tell the history of future Weave a new culture Verse a new fashion Sing new vision.