“…That is all ye need to know…”

If 'Beauty is Truth'I've seen honesty in the face Looked into its heart of gold 'neath the blue-grey surfaceO Keats, I must beg your pardonfor all your verses in tributeof the depictions in the Urnstill kept you from your TruthFor if it be beauty then, I'm afraid, you remained bereftfor you couldn't have looked into…

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Sketch

© One resigns to one's fate for there's no denying it All of paradise's gates are blind to resistance

Writer’s Block

My words are barrentheir cracks run deepand nothing grows in such heathen debris I replaced structurewith dry blank verse (or what I tend to callnonsense by amateurs)Inspiration- you slut,are you in coffee houseswith ashen cigarette butts amid poet-sleeved blouses?Tell me you're not so literalor that you have a type-no choice for me but to belittlemyself…

A Beautiful World

In this heartthere lives a little birdthis gilded cage of love is hersmany visit her with dreams and loresand smiling, she too dreams of them allsome whisper to her tales of blossomsthat grow aplenty in the far, far westsome sing a tune of the rushing watersthat do their southern borders caressWide eyed n' awed she…

Invoking

Tonight, O ye poets of oldwhen the muse's voice seems a thousand nights away Be the lesser voices, still potent prove for me and my quill to be moved and swayedFor this soul needs stirringthe spirit must feel again...the blood of poetryflowing through the veins until pierced, there's ink enough that all voices are silenced