Some call me genius
Others a pompous fool.
But I am neither
I just craft outside the rule.
The ebb and flow of words
Waves of conversation
Wash across my mind
Creating inspiration.
The things you lock away
I rework and display
Give it back to you!
Isn’t life’s pleasure
Worth more than the truth
You sadly cling to?
My heart and soul do bleed
Thru my pen to paper
I paint the sky red
And moon a little brighter.
My world is not like yours
Mine an endless quest
I’ve no walls to stop
No new hatchlings in my nest.
I create something
From piles of nothing
A phoenix rising.
Food of the poets
Word salad and orts
Rather enticing.
© June 4, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
(inspired by Danne Saring)
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