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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Castles surpass fireballs of the sky Where I forge through thought and pen, I the hermit writer To fool the giant and steal the golden goose As I carve and climb into my comfort of ivory tower Passion masquerading obsessions counterfeit to wisdoms of this mind Suicidal arrogance blind, tools to craft this lofty throne And thus to sit, script and ponder A poet, wig and gavel judging all alone What need have I for these pathetic emotions to feel, suffer or love Master of the dominions in this cosmos, creations but a will Bestow my talents and splash them with quill upon the whites And thou heapest praises, green confetti falls into the tills And thou dost laugh out loud labeling insane, while others shed tear to my uni-verse Unlike thee I travel the worlds, magical lands from this royal stool Where does thou journey, fom wretched job then back into own While I meet kings, queens and fight wild beasts, dear sir now who is the fool ‘Tis this justification of my solitary jurisdiction That I be sole author of my exaggerated worlds and exalted words that I to, begin to believe that I am above those beneath More than a human being, a god perhaps, or do I drape myself within regarding titles, afraid To discover I may be a shrinking violet underneath, a piece of moss or a speckled toadstool nestled somewhere lost, high above within a tree I leave thee to ponder this decision, of who I am or who I may be As for me I shall continue to write and parade these words as well as entertain The pedestal, 'tis not so bad with meager companionship of my trusting pen, transforming this lonely spirit through ink onto sheeted realms. Thus if through recital or reception of the read, thy spirit wanders lost then all of this, the life of mine has never once, been in vain Dedicated to all maddening poets
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