Aug 13, 2005 21:30
It's a soliloquey of my mind,
the power of a thought,
like words breaking reality's borders
I see in metaphorical syllables,
processing colonial strings of freedom
from conception to birth on newborn
pages etched with the blood of wisdom,
with the force of a kingdom come,
the king will come,
from a place where time was undone,
where words flow and paint runs,
canvas of time is streaked
and I re-write history's lines
within the bounds of my timeline,
the world is mine,
with my sight hind,
I 20/20 my panoramic and
see the future evident now,
in free verse.