Necromancer of the alphabet
Architect of its purpose
Conjurer of the inner flames
That insist burning on the edge of life
The apostle of dignified letters
Keeper of sacred words
Holding me to the internal system
The inheritor of majestic rivers filled with ink
That flower the fingertips of magnificence
O’ Guardian of secret chambers where the heart sleeps
One who peers into the darkness of the night
Releaser of demon conspirators
The velvet flesh of the angels
The progeny of old inscribes
The bearer of sacred scrolls
Ancient is the papyrus that bowed down
As their necks were sacrificed for their holy skin
O' wanderer into the forest of the lost syllables
Consorting with stones
The guardian of free speech
The alchemist of tender thoughts
The entertainer of kings
The forgotten souls of commoners
The voice of the voiceless
Screaming out from the bolted hell of subjugation
Into the walled corners of existence
The antagonist
The protagonist
The agent provocateur
Slouching and slumbering behind the words
The dreamer lacerated in between the rhyme
Embellisher of language
And the same one who can strip it down
To the mysticism of blue couplets
The one who breaks the borders
Down...down...down!
Look at the ones who have the power contained in their hands
To make war or peace
But choose war
The ones that hold the fate of our children within their grasp
With a simple ink stain from the mightiest weapon
Which is not the pen
But greater than knowledge itself
And replenishes the inkwells of the world
IMAGINATION
IMAGINATION
IMAGINATION
"Imagination is greater than knowledge" -Sir Albert Einstein
O' writer!
Poet of my heart!
The aforementioned one
Harness your gift of imagination
And just write
Write until your fingers are callused by sheer exhaustion
Until the chalk white bones have melded in between your words
Watch them dance upon the magic page
Write until your tongue is circumcised to bleeding pieces of hidden truth
For too long have they been suffocating
Buried in thick walls of silence
So write...
Write until the canvas can no longer withstand the burden of your words
And the dirt of the earth eats your words Into beautiful poetry
So I say to you...
Just write!
Write until the color of your dreams become the color of your ink
Palpable
Like the blood in your veins
Like the oxygen of your lungs
Write until...
Day and night become one shade
To the shadows of obscurity
Write until the desert of the self finds its oasis in black waters
The mirage of your creation
Write until your pen cries out for compassion
And receives none
Because you are not done with life
And only at the beginning of your journey
Write until the clouds breathe the fires of Armageddon from your lungs
And if you are lucky enough to survive it
Then write about it!
And so I leave you with these parting words dear poet…
Write Voraciously
Write Passionately
Write Religiously
Write so that your own soul
Goes hungrily in search of thee
Just write!
And then...
Write a little more
Until
the world
stops
spinning
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