You have reached the end of your journey of this POETRYQUEST.   How do you feel?  I hope you feel as exhilarated as I did when I finished.   It is my hope that in your process you have found something more than just getting a grade.  It is my hope that you not only found your voice but that you have learned how to share it with others.  COMMUNICATION is the key to understanding all mankind.  Thanks to all those I have borrowed from to make this mission complete.  With that I leave you with some of my CREATIONS and I hope you can hear my SPIRIT as I share my life with you...................................................Peace

Life of a Soul
 

Soul everlasting in its existence
Creates escalades of serenity
To fill the senses
As it reflects the light that extends
From itself.
Protuding humans holistically
It
Molds the fibers of our projected reality
If we let it.
Soul is poetic in its attempt to conversate with mankind.
It allows natural formation of humanity
To exist in an abundance of chaos.
Spiraling it cascades bliss internally/externally creating
Sensations of elevations propelling our lives in destined directions
The question is when will we know it?

Images of light permeate the recesses of my minds eye as I reflect
Project my thoughts on paper.
Allowing the world to view the me in me. 
My cipher intact filled with images of beauty
Earth Wind Air Water—
Flowing outwardly, WORDS exist from the soul capturing the intellect of those in its path
Creating dimensions/patterns of realized existence.  My tongue curls with anxiety as the beat of the syllables cascade in folds across the plains of humanity.  My words are formed and flow as they will they are me and I am them.

Humanity

Humanity engulfs my essence as I breathe in the richness of its reality.  Humans acting humane creating humanity is what I long for.  We, as a people, separate ourselves from one another as if we are not of the same definition.  Creating identities of superficial magnitude to linger creating a stench of death to remain in our senses.  We as a people proclaim peace sticking a knife into the will of fellow man producing the saddened effect of deterred dreams/symbolic chaos.  We so human losing our humanity because we forget what it is to be humane.

Metaphorical peace

An artifact by definition it travels through darkness darting flashes of light that willingly appear to establish wisdom.  Blue/green rivers sweep the atmosphere creating ripples of continuity to linger in the midst. 
Spiraling
its power engulfs the mind as it propels its body
Devouring
each entity it contacts
Providing
 forcasts of the beauty that lies within the contours of life.  It forces its prescence
Accepting
 the sweet submersion of those who want to join in the sanctity of its folds. 
Power pours from its mouth
Creating
 an earth where lines are not crooked and ciphers are not entwined in chaos.  Glorius and profound it beckons to souls who cry for freedom.  Freedom from the prison of issues we cant control, saving the world yet again.