Some people
may try to tell you
that poetry is a lost art
but I don’t think it’s lost at all
I believe that poetry
knows exactly where its going
I think it has a plan
it has been relocating
searching
yearning to find a new place
a new home
somewhere among the
changing faces
the un-segregating races
and the un-dividing nations
For we are slowly.. but surely..
blending into one another
see poetry is like
a stream of consciousness
it is constantly re-birthing
mutating
turning into new forms of being
it is… poetic evolution
like the yin ends and the yang begins
it is simply making room
for new generations
with new voices
singing new songs
in the unsung tunes
of peace, freedom,
and all that idealistic stuff..
yes to me
the art of poetry
is like the death of a beautiful, shining star
it’s not what it seems
see it never truly ends
it just explodes into a new beginning
into super hot, supernova energies
changing the elements
of our universe with its
glorious cosmic powers
and then…
transforming once again
it becomes the unknown
the greatest mystery of all
the black hole
drawing all things
into a place
none will ever truly know
and then someway, somehow,
it re-begins
forming atoms from dust
just as this world
this reality
once birthed us
see poetry
cannot be lost..
for it is the beginning
the end
and everything in between
its essence is present in every molecule
of every particle
of every plane
of existence
it is the oracle of our origins
calling to us
from the corners of our creation
from the roots of our realities
from the seams of our souls
and it is waiting
wondering when
we will come to understand
that it is
not poetry ..but us..
who are lost
for you see
we did not create poetry
poetry created us
-Alisha Jael
Francium Free 