(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

to the half-poets

what else is there to say,
if Socrates said it best?

and yet
our keyboards keep ticking,
ticking, ticking..

we are the half-poets,
the poets
of the online era

half-poets,
i salute you!

let us a weave a new
and greater tapestry
amongst the endless carpets
of this great Bazaar

no one's ever been
invited,
they simply forget
the day
they sneaked in

we think we're mostly
on our own:
nameless beetles
in a monumental pyramid

but in a lifetime
we'll look back,
and label the convergent
revolutions

we'll finally see the paint
we scattered into whirlpools
the paint we never noticed
while we struggled
not to drown.

half-poets!
i salute you!

we are the half
not because we lack
but because we are
half-empty vessels
filled by the future!

we roam websites
rather than forums,
chatrooms
rather than clubs

nor better, nor worse
are we
compared to the gods
who aren't gods
but merely mortal men and women
upon whose shoulders
we stand
with pride!

ahead of us lies the open road,
fraught with wonder and peril!
the same road as Plato
the same road as Kipling
and yet our road is new

oh half-poets!
oh half-poets!
future friends and rivals!
let us stain our pages!
the time has come
to build an epoch,
one which is our own!