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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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