Poetry's the music
that was playing in my heart
right at the beginning
of the ending from the start;
long, cascading verses
to express a single thought;
freely given secrets for which,
once, I would have fought;
philosophizing, prophesizing,
boldly telling lies;
romantic inspirations
wrapped in wishes sealed with sighs;
memories of miseries;
imaginary love;
wanderings and wonderings
and magic from above;
prejudices, urgent kisses,
honesty and myth;
pain and pretty, joy and ugly
whipped until they're stiff;
Poetry is equal parts of joy
and primal fears;
half completed verses
seen through veils of poets tears;
brightly painted shadows
from the dungeon known as me;
imaginary imagery
that's absolutely free.
11/28/2006
Poetry
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