Illegal Thoughts

I thought of a world where thought crimes exist; I am a criminal in this world. Thank you Tempast Wulf for your perfect image, and thank you Bodhi Tree for use of the photograph.

Illegal Thoughts

 

“Stop!” they yelled, “And drop the pen,

Step away from that page”…

“We will shoot to kill;

We warn you now move carefully away.”

 

“Only WE may yield a tool so great,

And you are not like us.”

“You’re a batterer of words it seems,

A kind, that paints with truth.”

 

“Ideas must not be spread like that,

For we fear they will awaken.”

“You know not what you say;

Keep that mind of yours in check.”

 

“Only soothing words that cast our spells,

We pen to keep them in their slumber.”

“The truth may come to light and then,

Who’ll be left to buy burnt umber?”

 

“You may take away my pen,” I said

“And strip me of the page, but

Ideas will spread like wild fire,

They go out from every mind.”

 

"You may kill this my body."

"You may stop a single mind."

"But the truth is in the Poetry,

And they are alive inside us all."

Bang, the sound resounded!

The pen fell to the ground.

The poems grew exponentially,

Infecting everyone. 

Reviews

[Jack...]

“You may take away my pen,” I said
“And strip me of the page, but
Ideas will spread like wild fire,
They go out from every mind.”

I love this, it pretty much says it all. The poem iself is brilliant and well written. These thoughts are very unique and this really spoke to me. This definitely comes from the heart and soul of a poet.

[Veronica Chandler]

I am honored to read your heartfelt review more than I can describe; I am learning how to let go control and allow the thoughts to flow. The better I get at letting go the better I think I will be able to communicate these that live in my soul.

[Jack...]

Just close your eyes Veronica and let it come out, however it wants to. Then go back and refine it a bit.

[Tate Morgan]

It lives in us all Just a few get to use those experiences to commit pen to page
My lot, or so it seemed to me,
Was to write a verse so real,
That couldn’t be denied to those,
Who chose to live and feel.

I rarely touted words of God,
As I deemed most, words of man;
Professed my insecurities,
Drew my life from the land.”

The angel smiled, unlatched the gate,
And let the poet through.
Heaven will always have a place
For a soul whose heart is true .

[Veronica Chandler]

Your review delights me and brightens my day; I cannot thank you enough for visiting my humble page. I am honored!

[Tate Morgan]

You above all others deserve much more than my humble mind can create

[Veronica Chandler]

This is me...bowing my head to you fine sir...

[Tate Morgan]

Well As Elmer occasionally did me, I tip my hat to you in deference to your character!