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The Twelve Pillars of Poetry

Imagination is the river
that guides the quill.
Dreams the sailing ship
that unleashes the voyage
through the pages of
a poets mind.

To write is to find
the meaning of love.
Where beauty opens the gate,
to a never ending yellow brick road
Of human emotion.
for that is what we seek

The pen can create gods
and mortal frailty.
Sunshine is the span of life,
the darkness is forever
and within these letters
we find immortality.

The candle burns when sanity sleeps
authors are laid fallow 
when the desert refuses to create.
Scribbling among the midnight ghouls
caught in the faith of their conviction.
Love is the demon when curtains close
and the rose a symbol
Of what might have been.

Whiskey is the oil for some
that guides the brush.
For love is their canvass,
the bleeding soul their paint
and only the heart knows 
the colour of these falling tears.
 
For when the bottle is empty
when the heart can take no more.
Our soul bleeds over the page
solace comes from tomorrow
and our insanity will take its place

Beauty is found in pain
hope is an emerald sea,
envy comes from Oscar’s words
and belief becomes a prejudice.
The pen will drown your epitaph
for the Cyclops knows his destiny

The poets of the world
so sweet is your fruit.
yet you remain anonymous
for life is but a dream.

Words are a jigsaw of fears,
a confession trapped 
in the confetti of poems
Which you shout to the world
all judged in the courts of obscurity.

The book is now written
all have prostituted their existence
the devil has been cleansed
This sweet apple has been examined
The fruit has turned into despair.

Whiskey has turned to wine
the ark of life belongs to silence,
this gallery has no visitors.
So stay drunk in your bed tonight

Words are best left in dreams
and be glad that your life
will dissolve into obscurity.
These are the final words of life,
for the poet has no such luxury
our pain is for all to see.



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  1. Date: 2/23/2013 2:05:00 PM

    Steven, this is fine writing..there are so many fine lines..ive read it several times now and it just gets better. BG

  1. Date: 2/23/2013 1:58:00 PM

    Beauty is found in pain hope is an emerald sea, envy comes from Oscar’s words and belief becomes a prejudice. The pen will drown your epitaph for the Cyclops knows his destiny great line my poetic friend