A poem is a myth.
Words of the poets’ heart
Explained by the poets’ soul.
The poet explores intangible assets
Seen through soft creative witness.
The poets’ truth is a prophecy
Both self fulfilling and laid bare.
Unguarded self put forth.
A cloaked, judgmental Shylock
May easily harvest such feeble flesh.
Enjoy the poets’ journey.
This game is without rules.
Arrogant though they are
The poets mean no harm.
They speak a reckless, noisy truth
Yet covet quiet simple acceptance.
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