I sometimes lend my ears to silence,
in an effort to blot out the pain.
To hear nothing thru the whistling wind.
To hide the secrets untold by the history unchanged.
In this bold effort to over look the truth,
I have misled myself to believe that all is well.
While my brothers and sisters remain slaves
to the corporate world, better known as hell.
I believe it is time to unclog my ears to the noise
of truth evolution, that is being heard thru the hood.
Step up to the plate, speak the truth, what can you loose,
this is an opportunity to change the bad to good.
To hear nothing thru the conduits of one's mind,
is truth denied and truth untold.
It is a total waste of God's creation and his time.
Failure to take advantage of the secrets of the soul.
Truth is like good wine, when properly aged.
It bringsforth an unmatched aroma to the wise.
Proclaimed by many, sort after by all.
For those who would unite, as well as devide.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2010
