Bjailed Poet Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Connecting links,
And third eye blinks.
Setting minds free,
With ink blots and rhyme.

Words meaning more tomorrow,
Than their impact today.
Could my words of tomorrow,
Conflict with their ways.

They threw me in jail,
Didn't want me to tell.
What a 'free' man,
Could turn out to be!

They can shackle my hands,
And tie down my feet.
But they can't arrest my heart,
Nor incarcerate my dreams.

Should I remain here,
My dreams turning into dust.
The words forever remain,
And shall never rust.