PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The organization consists of me

Now I am convectively free

They work beneath the surface

They don’t waste their breath

On social platforms

Just like Rome’s fads are forgotten

Planted in the galaxies

Fractal patterns decided

Distinguish spatial distortion

The war shack sensory

These weapons are not seen

Or needed, simply embedded 

Psychologically

With the beauty of our power

Though they will question

What is beauty?

Senators and corporations

Supreme court

We want to reward you

This is not science fiction

Or alien, only a metaphor

We’re taking back our land

Our children will not go sane

Our dollars will not be in vain

We can wait thirty years

We can wait as long as it takes

The commonality is uninspired

There is no zen discipline

Everyone is an artist nobody knows

It requires oppression to be discovered

A broken frame, a person inside

We care about these

Star speckled lingering foam

Detaching from the connectivity

Present apart shining precision

The wide eyes, in black suits

We will all meet by the ocean