An expression of the soul's
Many wanderings, fears, hopes,
expression.
Music is simply notes set to words, the words themselves
can have all the power, yet none
at the same time.
Poets and their poems are parent and child,
brother and sister,
employer and employee,
at once loving and constantly critiquing each other
in the search for verbal nirvana.
A stepping stone between the mind's world and
the mind of the world,
an unburnable bridge,
seen by most as an unscaleable wall,
but some can find the cracks in the dike and squeeze themselves
between realities with the grace of piped buttercream.
Poetry is art at its peak:
no rules
all expression,
and transforms both reader and poet at every single experience,
without exception.
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Written March 29th, 2004
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oh my goodness this is awesome. i absolutly love the last two stanzas. this is just so... i don't even have the words, i love it lol. great write.
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