I shoved it into the box of lost things,
For who has time to sing
Of woeful songs;
The endless tunes
Of a soul I pushed along.
For who entertains such frivolities.
And why be considered a loon?
For we could be like kings and queens;
Like the stars of past cities.
If the ends justify the means,
Who cares if I lose my heart!
I WILL RISE.
I refuse to be slain by the dragons of art,
Glory and Honor will be my prize.
Even if it means,
That I will never see
My creativity flow in reams,
And I'll be sad forever.
And even if my meraki never unfurls,
I will still shatter the world-
It is my call.
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Candles of the Night: A Book of Poetry
PoetryA book of all of the random poems I have written. Read through them and you'll be smitten. Updates are random for inspiration doesn't always flow. But often enough because I'm not that slow. Yes, many are written in rhyming verse. Yet not all are...
