Free Speech-The Spoken Word

The voice released, a torrent and a stream, A flood of questions, or a fevered dream. It pulls down curtains that have long been drawn, And brings the silent, hidden things to dawn. The poet's verse, the protest in the square, A tool to fight the tyrant and the snare. It gives the powerless a chance to rise, To lift the hood from blind and fearful eyes. It builds a bridge where once the canyon yawned, And seeds the ground for futures yet unthawed. But from the same deep well, the poison flows, The quiet cruelty that festers and grows. The whispered lie, the slander in the breeze, The ugly word that brings a soul to its knees. A reckless shout, a fire in the hall, That makes the bravest spirit stumble and fall. The bridge of reason burned by hurried hate, A storm unleashed, with no retreat, too late. It gives the hateful, license to incite, And drowns the truth within a raging night. So, stand we here, upon this shifting ground, Where both the balm and bitter sting are found. The gi...

Manifest Dreams

Upon the canvas of the sleeping mind,

A fleeting sketch, a vision undefined.

It shimmered there, a whisper soft and low,

A fragile promise in the twilight's glow.


It was a seed, a fragment of a thought,

With silent purpose, it was deeply wrought.

But waking hands took hold and gave it form,

Through patient labor, braving every storm.


The vision sharpened, gaining vivid hue,

As fervent effort made the dream feel true.

The phantom air, once held in quiet trust,

Began to gather shape from mortal dust.


No longer just a wish, a pale belief,

But rooted purpose, finding sweet relief.

The broken-winged bird was taught to fly,

The frozen field thawed 'neath a striving eye.


And what was once a hope for things unseen,

Became the vibrant, breathing, living scene.

For dreams made manifest are more than fate,

They are the work that makes a world create.


The daring heart that chose a certain way,

And brought the colors to the light of day.

The unseen blueprint, drawn in hopeful night,

Is now the structure, standing strong and bright.


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