Poetry to me
should be
so free
and quiet
It doesn't
won't
refuses
to yell
Yet screams
crying
for attention
please!
Poetry to you
or fool
might drool
raw emotions
Too raw
for whom
my dawn
in room
Quite simply
its reckless
to cast it away
never to obey
To one who
wont because
well never mind
and have fun
You cheat yourself
creatively
instinctively
and humanly
Poetry to us
maybe a fuss
roaring a cuss
forever
But open yours
never refrain
till it pours
like summer rain
The human thing
creativity
is worse to waste
than a mind
I say to thee
for heavens sake
let the mind
unwind
But still
poetry to them
who only condemn
who you befriend
It is only words
no harm come too
like winter birds
its all they do
Its important
to value
life's only
real truth
The truth will
remain untold
the mind of still
and beauty behold
As i ramble
i look around
seeing life
that is bound
Because poetry
is not free
nor quiet
too thee
Let it free
your mind maybe
then you'll see
the real me
So dismount your horse
and come with me
to find the source
that sets you Free!
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