mortal iris
Tittle - Living Breathing poetry:
Wording aloud such transcendence
Ushering out legends by dawn's break
Loving empowerment until mute or till death does us in
Saddened melodies echoes through,
- sins cries out unto chambers made by our very lungs
When breathing we feel more,
-more than to be immorally drifting
Drifting off to sleep
Trauma might as well be an old fairy.
Speak of old or new.
Reanimating libraries for knowledge’s sake
Libraries are anchored where old can be cool too.
Where knowledge grows,
-So too the Poets of few may follow forth.
For A living Poet should not dare be held down by others
Only dead poets may rest their pen and paper
The only people who are bound by such shackles from on high
Are the coils of time
Damnations ruins can’t be only thing rot with what was history
Society Broken down by old times and jailed
Encumbered with social subserviency
Stop our madness from formulating self justices
Leading the prey on to darker secrets
Let poetry soar.
Poetic voices help dawn the armor of creative thinking
Fly up over yonder.
For my mind is still amongst the living
Send it all
Send that love,
That hate,
The reasons we weep, and lose whatever they’ve gained.
Gifting you with the lessons that poetry rings with abstract truths.
True or false.
Poetry is first an art form.
Love is ironic to being such a hated strength
Don’t let others rule such abstract gifts!!
Come at them, and Challenge a true poet's wit,
-Encouragement!
Provide what you can.
from a place that is better for it.
Success is personal, and
-Poems are personably written.
Let poetry live, live, live, let poetry breathe.
By me, - @mortal iris DB.
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