Passionate Call To All

To all my beloved poets
(firm in my believe that all poets are indeed beloved
for I hold you all dear in my heart
so does the unyielding earth and undying spirit of humankind everywhere)
please refrain from becoming disenchanted
by all your pensive eyes behold
please keep in mind, we wander this plowed terrain together
though scattered afar and abroad
we are still wandering after many countless millennia
trapped (as it may seem)
but for a purpose
a purpose not of our own
those enlivening words crafted in the depths of your being
the wisdom plain to see
yet unrecognizable to most
the wisdom you pluck from the surrounding landscape
the wisdom ripe in air the above your bed
these ever precious truths mustn't be coarked
your purity mustn't be turn'd off by the harshness of transient beings
do not dismiss the dismissers
embrace them all with more vigor and warmth than your most avid supporter
(for something tells me it is all those dismissers as to why we are still here,
wandering together though scattered afar and abroad)
To all my beloved destructive characters
shouting, “make way! ”
violent vicious
shoving aside clearing room
I dare not dismiss nor desert you
nor do I look down upon you for lack of creative output
your provocative force misunderstood by many
but not by me
I willingly, am glad to bare witness to your efficacy
characters of very few needs
I too see no need to replace or mourn that which has been destroyed
do not attempt to change on society's behalf
consumers activists unemployed
saints sociopaths dead-beat parents
no matter color of collar or hue of skin
we all take far more than we give (at least in this life)
for whom do we consider to be destructive? (are we not all guilty?)
to the callow flowers of my generation
premature in the bearing of fruit
parents tangled in tender bundled burdens
please do your best
avoid transmitting your fleeting joys and sorrows
to your child whether born or unborn
to the pliant infant mind,
making double the connections
than that of her parents,
outliving her mother and father with each day,
just know every child is a genius,
something as simple as a magnetic compass
has the potential to unearth such unprecedented depth
and can enliven the richest love for learning
to the linguistic
to the logical to the spatial
to the naturalist
the intrapersonal and the interpersonal
to the musical to the bodily
I call upon all intelligences
to abandon this environment
to escape the criticisms comparisons
and the overwhelming pressure to succeed
come sons & daughters of all nations
believers and non believers alike
let us begin anew
a world free from gimmicks and obligations
let truth and freedom reign supreme
over what is left of the land
People of mud, dust, dirt, grease
oil and fire, ash and soot,
People of sand, tar, coal, concrete and clay
People endowed with hope and admiration,
People with Hunger stricken families,
People nursing children dreams
People trapped in paved-mazes
entombed in brick, glass and steel
People etched in stone,
People of migraine head-aches,
stiffened backs, calloused hands,
blistered and stone-bruised feet,
People of stresses and everyday pressure,
People of Earth!
The unpolished sediment,
the bedrock, the foundation!
Let us all enjoy the pure-green- crystalline waters!
Let the rain quench the thirst of every lip!
Cleanse the sweat from every brow!
And may the purifying torrent
soothe the ailments of every
tortured, broken, brutalized body!
People endowed with Flesh, Blood,
Bone, Skin and Beating Heart,
People of natural, bestial instinct,
Universal longing, and
HumanSoul compassion,
Instead of taking to the streets lets us
retreat to mountians forests jungle and hills!
Let us repent!
spread and sow the seeds of life sustainment!
make love! make music! make the children laugh!
and learn the ways of true living!
and then sitting in peaceful silent bliss
let us
tear down these fortified oligarchical walls,
once and for all!
One and all, let us arise against the
greed of schizophrenic dictators,
And behead the tyrannous,
self suppressing,
internal war mongering,
propaganda peddling
ego,
In True Freedom's name!
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