Only if

The whispering wind urges me to spread my whiskered wings
And rise above the trivial tresses into an hopeless horizon
Where breeds no blasphemy of despair, duplicity and deceit.
But swims a sacrosanct symphony of sanctitude and serenity.

Yes like the Bohemian butterflies smoothly sailing on the witty winds
I too plunge into a playful prune of libidinous lust for lexical liberties.
Skeptical minds frown and fret as I wield into a wilderness of words
Exhibiting emotions of eloquent epiphany inside an endless Elysium

Those who justifiably judge me for what I am or who I may be
I can callously be candid to their veracious verdicts.
But as I possess a delicacy of a dogmatic desire in expressing my etiquette
For all the ethereal elements of an emphatic and enigmatic elegance
I will urge all the delinquent doubtful to step away into some beatnik blues.
Where exists only monotonous mural of mnemonic melancholy.

We are not the images of liberal lies and reciprocate rationality.
In remains of a relentless rhapsody reigned by rotten routs we defy
 I wish to take a walk into a wilderness of hallucinating hell
And dive with a deciduous drive into that holy hole
Where my poignant psyche may prevail it's pious Peace
For today, tomorrow and all of my after life, but Only if.