I, Poet
Heap humor upon the scholars
Philosophers and thinkers alike
For, "-Ologies or -tists” to ending of names
Do not facts of science make
A place must needs be
Where emotions may eclipse
To experience adventures of love
Delve into fantasy, breakout and escape
Then, might I suggest to be led away...
By thrill of poeteer
And his penned verse escapades
Swashbuckling gay through history's pages
Living on life's raw edge commotion
Into passions inner darkness
When heartbreak questions every sense
And word's musical essence lingers on
Amidst, what some shall christen
The wild and untamed spirits
But, this is where beheld and captive
Are those ageless forever notions
Where sonnets were early birthed
From simplicity within a complex existence
Onto ancient stone walls, tablets chipped
To books from scrolls
Across the ages, sailing out on poems ship
Breathing in new life
Unto once withered words
The ones that merely give
The heart and mind
Its many reasons to exist
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