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