a Poet DIES! [A rant]

(01.06.11)

I'm inspired and moved to write this: I never knew you but I feel for you and for the ones left behind.

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In the recesses of his being, echoed the power of his words -

of the word that formed and became life - a being that emerged from within his soul...

A man, not just an ordinary man but - a POET!

Blowing across distant plains - words became...

Transforming every life touched - like electricity -

Shockwaves of high voltage coursed through veins and marrow;

A voice that couldn't be shut; a word that couldn't be contained...

But the POET has died!

They say don't shoot the messenger, but everyone shoots the messenger -

Who brings his words; truth for you to see - He reveals.

The poet has died this day by the hands of those who wished to silence his tongue.

But his words float through every air pocket and dust particle,

In every raindrop, every tear - in every spatter of blood...

Like a flood... His words bring the downpour!

Crying out - MURDER!

Shouting out - MURDER!

Screaming out - MURDER!

These must be the last days...

BO! BO! BO!

Man down and it's a POET!

and as his blood spills and crawls 

His words spread like a virus, like a cancer taking over the whole.

YOU CANNOT FORGET this POET

YOU WILL REMEMBER this POET

For his WORDS live on...

To be told,

To be spoken,

To be known, 

To heal and to reveal...

No longer a captive -

The poet has been freed from captivity...

and I write...

For the poet,

For the griots of our day and the messengers, slain.

and I write...

For those whose spoken word is a reflection of who they are.

and I write...

For the unsong heroes

For the underground, who rise to see the dawn of a new day.

and I write...

Knowing that this isn't the first, nor is it the last.

and I write...

For those waiting to be heard and for those who speak regardless of an audience.

and I write...

For those who discern and those who refuse to be bought.

and I write...

For those who stand, even if it means standing alone.

and I write...

For today I must do what I must.

and I write...

Because this isn't the end.

... It is the beginning.

Written by: Rachael N. Collymore

© 2011

~I never knew you but you will be remembered... RIP Will Bell~

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