The Old becomes New

As some of you may know by now; I've been writing for a long time.  I've been a copyrighted writer since I was in my teens, and have renewed my writings under the US Copyright Office again, with all the new works I write, and rewrite.  As I slowly nurture this gift, like many others; throughout the years you grow, and learn yourself, others, time, space, light, darkness, air, emotions, God/Goddess,  earth, and being; I began to appreciate given thoughts and emotions on a different level of understanding.  I guess this comes with age, and patience.  Wisdom is not a given thing, it is earned, through experience, and not by all.  It is understood by those with the third eye, I don't mean the intellectual eye or understanding.  It is innate, spiritual....words cannot describe.  Think of someone like Maya Angelou,  Phyllis Wheatley, Quincy Jones, Ray Charles, or Paul Mooney, and many others who change consciousness with words, ideas, thoughts, and actions.  I mean positive change for humanity, and respect for humanity, respect to be oneself, different, but beautiful.  So with this in mind I add one more poem for this day.  A poem I wrote during the 1980's.  Please Send me your comments, and Enjoy. 

The Other Voice

She's a poet, we're all poets
we see time changing, stars lingering
pass the clouds
in silent languages, travelling thoughts
in many speeds
my mind, your mind

She's a poet, he's a poet,
we're all poets

The other voice inside,
hidden between two colors
of consciousness, another time,
someones mind
searching to be seen, to be heard,
aloud in a dim light room
full of desperate hearts
eager for love, respect,
fantasy, and desire

The other voice calling
for you to respond
will you listen?
Let it latch on to your lost
confused mind,
come be apart of this voice,
the other voice,
and Smile