Poetry

To put on paper that which is true to make indelible that which is hidden and to accentuate that which we like covered. This is the essence of poetry to turn a boy into a believer. In a cold mould where words have no meaning, the warmth of truth permeates giving life to words and meaning to life. where deepset feelings are marked as weaknesses and only cold hard facts and figures stand on praise's pedestal therein comes poetry to unveil a truth that a man is just a boy. So then I see it in everything around me, in the most oblique of buildings and opaque of circumstances. I savour its flavour in the air around me and smell its scent in every tree and animal I hear it in every echoing melody whether by a the blue honey bird or by a love struck believer. And I touch it in the gentle caress of flowing hair or the cold hard surface of a number's book, but most of all, I can whisper it to you.