Poem By: Dr. Billy Alsbrooks
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Blake whispered to me as his adopted son of revelation
His lips dancing with words of fire, as he masterfully etched his angelic visions
This existence is unknown to the shallow minds of our generation
He scribbled divine words in an ancient language that I knew not of
But his cadence carried me past the smile of gold, grafting me into the lost alchemy of creative thought
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With my soul shaking from the brutal 19th century cold
I sat on the edge of discovering genius
He said to me in an angry Beethoven tone, “It’s hard to burn in a frozen world
Pretty feathers don’t make the bird innocent, just as waxed filled ears refuse to listen
Let us go into the forests of antiquity to meet those who betrayed Caesar”
Their hands still bloody from betrayal, they turn their backs on the unwanted
While my new daddy guided me through the eternal madness
I could hear the choir of doubt singing their opera of fears
But it did not shake or rattle Master Blake
He continued to teach me the forgotten secrets of realm design
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“Young son of tomorrow, in order to build the kingdom, you must overcome the need for applause from souls who never lived
The flesh addiction, of having the dead’s approval, will stalk you like wolves at night
They aim to sink their teeth of conformity into your young skull
They lust to feed on your virgin spirit
Broken focus gives birth to failure, so keep your eyes on the promises of tomorrow
Speak confidently to the ghosts that no one sees
Converse deeply with the dreams of your Alexander heart
And kiss the wet lips of your obedient shadow
For one day, you shall be married to destiny and all her mistresses you’ve made love to
Your noble offspring shall call you Augustus, each one a loyal subject to the empire
They shall bow at the royal feet of your thought
They shall bow at the royal feet of your thought…”
