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poets breathe speckles of intuition
where words are as flammable as prostitution
a hot night in bed
to be remembered by the dead
they see with eyes that bled
into the darkest nights of a soul
and speak a voice antediluvian in nature
their stance distinctive in physical stature
but alas! yet all are hurt and pitiful
how sorrow beckons their worth
and laughter a brief exhalation
of pain,
for their words compose the unexplainable depths
of an artist's mind
absent from reality and logic
they perceive that of what is beyond,
the hidden truth dismembered into molecules
of all the existing matter
residues visible only to those
who live to forget
who live to die
and that is why
a poet's verse is worth the universe.
where words are as flammable as prostitution
a hot night in bed
to be remembered by the dead
they see with eyes that bled
into the darkest nights of a soul
and speak a voice antediluvian in nature
their stance distinctive in physical stature
but alas! yet all are hurt and pitiful
how sorrow beckons their worth
and laughter a brief exhalation
of pain,
for their words compose the unexplainable depths
of an artist's mind
absent from reality and logic
they perceive that of what is beyond,
the hidden truth dismembered into molecules
of all the existing matter
residues visible only to those
who live to forget
who live to die
and that is why
a poet's verse is worth the universe.
Published 30th Oct 2011
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2nd Nov 2011 4:52pm
I don't like the rhyming in this and feel like it effects the flow,HOWEVER this is so true. i agree with most of this,because we have our own universe,all who write and those who don't.As long as it touches/reaches people or you spit out what you have to say,then I feel it's important.
