Choctaw goes into beats of rhythms, taking people's minds along
with them, an insolent retribution for demands of the day.
Wanting to erase and toss stress into depths of an intellect that
purports to imagine all sorts of amazing thoughts, ideas and con-
cepts never been seen until written into pages of poetry.
Showing the world extensions of an interior and innate knowledge
and wisdom, rushing tirelessly into a void, coming out in separate
dimensions of intense vibrational beats filled with rhythms.
No one seems to know where they came from or where they're going,
taking separate pathways along edges of life while finding amazing
facts that've been hidden in shadows of deception, now being ex-
posed and brought to light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem