Unheard...

 
Absurd...

is the word
Yo, don't toss those verbs
to the curb,
See, you gotta bigger
purpose to serve

Unheard Poets?
"Not I"
says the guy,
internally shy
at one time...

the mind held it
in a bind
yet, poetry longed
to seep it's seed
'pon man's mind

In an altered state
from their berating
the artistic kind

but Unheard...

the Poet
can free his mind
but not if it's blind

so opened eyes
stared into
the swirling sky,
instinctively,
understanding why
a closed mouth
can't profess profusely
take a stand
by, just standing bye

Poetics spill silk verse
like fine wine,

But Unheard...

Poets, will never fly...