Machine Gun Poet

Machine Gun Poet 7/31/2013

Inspiration is like a dew drop
Falling from heaven
A golden sip of nectar
Of the finest vintage.

Or like flames shooting upwards
Like a fountain of fire
Coming from somewhere
Deep inside the soul.

Some gifts are meant to be shared
But how many remain unused,
Or unexplored?
Dying from lack of use
And lack of air.

Yes the world is edging closer
To something
That we cannot see
But what is the difference
If all we do is weep
And die.

But no matter
Where we have been
Or what we have done
There is no more time to waste
And no more excuses to quit.

Let them say what they want
And let them curl their lips in anger
Their words are powerless
And their hatred should be welcome.

So what if they watch
And so what if they care
Let they fevered brains spasm
Because you cannot be stopped.

Let your guns fire
Until the barrels melt
Giving all that you are
Everywhere you go.

Do not let the liars win
And do not let the statists whine
Because their goal is slavery
And misery for all.

Let them wonder
From where it all comes
And how you can smile
In spite of their hate.

Others can sneer
And argue at nothing
But it is they who are doomed
And ripe for the fall.

To everyone who has lived
And to everyone who can see
The truth is more evident as ever
And just as sweet.

The dead are watching
And the living should think
That this is not all
And this is not the end.

I am smiling now
And the words come faster and faster
Because nothing is better
Than standing to our full height
And letting go.