Art the Beloved

Men all seek thing one Appreciation To be understood Albeit with weaknesses ubiquitous To be called the best To see the world bowing to them Pardon is not to be told To men that mature Their language to learn A prerequisite it is Before they say it you begin To execute a command Before they grow temper You begin to cool them Soothing always Art you're my beloved Suddenly I fall to your service Caressing intellects you fell giants Brave and slippery, cunning and provocative You learn me and you know me You understand me and my lateness of thought Waking me up at my sleep you help build a nation Stirring the hero to ignite the engine You speak my language, you hear it Words dense and broken you employ By an assistant's armory ghosts bleed to hell Whilst I think of my want You meander in sprees uneven To bring home my desire I never thought love yet you provoked me early Where finds I gratification you know exactly And pile stocks of jubilee for your contented master My love begins and ends with you And time soon I’ll stop life That you may live my behalf To tell them my story, philosophy and theosophy For trusted are you And I man will take a nap, nap, nap And one more Yet they’ll hear, feel and see You imparting sagacity this style On their deafness, blindness and mess And I’ll take posture and coffee But they’ll notice me all-where Squeezing into their spaces and seizing their power And the conclusion will be like the beginning I hope my proposal is accepted You to be mine device for justice A spike to the short changer Justice in the middle and compromise without Poem created on 16/04/2012