Be free
By Andrew David Breig
Birds sing over the triumphant string pluckings of a fate-droven beethoven, and the grand chopin, with Tchaikovsky set free by way of tragedy and suicide, and dostoyevsky set free from his free-thinking crimes, The master of harmony: Bach, Michelangelo's marble blocks, shaped into beauty, his moody genius, Wagner's music of venusberg and Tannhauser overture, Da Vinci's last supper, Beethoven's 5th, Shakespeare, the man, the myth, and still filled with love, the "ode to joy" from above,
written deaf,
while Cassady and Kerouac pass away, with only Ginsburg left, Now even he's gone, but howl remains strong and true, a tool of the cosmos,
A beatnik, guitar pick of Robert Johnsons', with a voice like Janis Joplin,
The true blues of cultural stews.
The art of Mozart complimented by bernstein's supreme composing, Platonic loathing, Lizst's flowing piano bits, Beatle's 27 number one hits, the pessimism empowered Schopenhauer, the brilliant philosophy of Nietzsche, the truth of Goethe, the pain and glory of Steinbeck's stories, the freedom thinkin' of Abraham Lincoln, the human rights of Jesus Christ. Allah and the dhali Llama, rectifying the cosmos of the Fa, The blue period of Picasso and an Andy warhol art show, Bob dylan free wheelin' with the old time faith healin' Hank WIlliams and Johnny Cash still country legends down in Nashville, Shelly's poems for the beauty within, Browning, and Burns the romantic Scotsman, Homer's original epics which came before christ, for the skeptics, While the legislates debate the fate of hate and people give god praise for the end of days, no other way when ya don't hear what others say, you live in fear when ya hear only what you wanna hear...
While Buddah's light illuminates, putting me in a peaceful state,
So I listen to the leaves, they tell me,
Be free.
Andrew David Breig is 19 and from the northeast of northeast Philadelphia. These are his first poems at Ariga.
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