Dead Poet Society

A society with age in time where men ooze their mind,
and free thought flows like old men over the hillside

A change from conformity and mechanic education to
opening eyes above the top of a desk

Accepting Challenges

Facing fears

Speaking a voice with concrete conviction

Loss are the days of suicide and waking death

Imbibe perspective and the Earth cracks beneath whimsical grace
No more shooting talent in the face of a blizzard

Reckless

Quick-to-blame…
Grey-haired grouse gimping beliefs of tradition

Poetry is the reason there's a quarter to every season

Coming to a place…dark, quiet, and dirty
to articulate the YELPS of animals

Live without a tie
Breed to be free
Stand up to see

That which addicts a few to loom in words and
woo in thoughts written in a flash and read under light surprised by
wrinkled mares kicked when running, and bit in private

Salvation drools at the mouths of young adults a-new...
opening a spectacle emerging potential through
arduous snowfall felt in the beauty of winter

Anguish overloaded with fat around the chin attempting to maintain control
A hidden dosage giving credit to the union of verbal polemical alchemy of
dreams reaching deep into the past to pull up the veil of greatness

Full of clear thought and decisive manners to bring forth elegance in the word around us
as the last breath resounds beneath the ground rooting the Dead Poet Society

Author's Note

Blissful awareness...

Reviews

Your style of writing seems never to disappoint me, a walk up and down hike or rambling of words, pure imagery, not everyone can understand, but I (think) I do. I feel the message of freedom, and the rebellious nod in your advocacy of poetry, inspired by this wonderful film, and a clear message that you want to transfer. Your last stanza is brilliant, and brings people back with both feet on the ground. Handsome and clever piece of writing, again, this time different, but I must say more interesting. The psychedelic music of Shpongle fits amazingly. Indian influences, If we could bring back some things, as it suposed to be, or switch time, at least I was faster than light. I like. Outstanding work.