On Poetry
Our words are our
resumes and biographies –
one's soul does not hide
in one's statements. We
self-proclaim. Self heal
or indict. Our lyrics, our
rhymes, are reflections
of a human spirit manifest
in the sentient world of
physical reality:
How far one has come,
or if to travel well beyond,
is a reckoning for one's
heart-led being –
Let us pray...and then yield,
to Higher, and far Better
judgment, before our text
is written – Poets live and
die by the Word!
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