Poetry is real

Poetry is real
As injustice is real,
Coarsing through veins
All through our lives,
Between love and wild emotion
Keeps battering down doors

Not confined by borders or walls,
In  times of tumult and danger

Allows hope to  dwell
Will never be chained
Unable to be tamed,

Through every passing season

Allows thoughts to be known,
Has the capacity to heal
Release avenues of possibility,

From the rivers to the sea
Wildly running free,

With defiant devotion
On gauntlets of imagination,
A chorus of different voices
Refusing to remain silent,
We are all prisoners of the world
Never truly free until death,
Poetry can deliver comfort
Carrying freedoms torch,
Standing up for  rights
Of people everywhere,
Words stirring, provoking
Creating new worlds,
Fleshed out of existence
For all to share.

Manifestations

There are times
When the world is unwilling
The fuel we seek
Remains diminished
We fall and rise
Hatch a plan or two
It begins to rain
We find excuses
Wait until after dark
For quiet moments
That let go of yesterday.
Seek out new songs
Old rhetoric tossed aside
Create laws out of dust
Staying alert, beyond command
Release acts of disobedience
Strategies of renewal
Fruits of endless toil
Storing ideas, to work their hidden will
Beyond conditioned chains of time
Weather the storms,
With clouds made of tomorrow