Liberty Sought For All Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Words keep filling my brain.
I rarely write them down.
Because as soon as I empty my head.
Words start filling my brain again.

I can never empty my head.
For there remains too much unsaid.
Poignant thoughts, enlightened ideas, ideals.
Waiting for a poet to bring them to heal.

Words. Words. Words. Words. Words.
Whirling Whirling Whirling Whirling Words.
Waiting for a chosen moment, of precise creativity.
Waiting for a special moment, of ordained existence.


Waiting to transform
a corrupt materialistic world.
Waiting to put compassion
back into heartless hearts.


Waiting to restore love
vitality freedom and nobility.
Waiting to herald a new age
of heaven sent realized liberty.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock