The world is far too full of life
For painters to be a scarcity,
Of calm serenity and strife
For their only witness to be me.
Where have all the poets gone,
Remnants of some forgotten song?
Whence the painters, life's recorders,
Vanished o'er forgotten borders?
The sky last night was a fireball,
And really ought to be in paint,
Yet no one noticed it at all
And fiery heavens slowly waned.
A thousand words can't paint a scene,
Or re-envision what has been.
A thousand paints can't write a song;
Oh where have all the poets gone?
The camera is the modern tool
Of artists, poet-folk, and you,
But there are far too few photographers
For all the beauty life infers.
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i am the poet
i am the faceless,
nameless haunt of your dreams
i am the riddler of souls-
"he"-- intriguing, untouchable
i am the hidden
the fade
the masquerade
the unreachable
i am who you almost wish
you could love
i am the sting of yourself
the epiphany
the scream of frustration
i am society's leper
i am the poet
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Looking into the soul of my child
I am reminded of what is important to me
Those blues eyes so innocent
They point me in the direction I must go
In the instant of his smile
I forget the "disasters" that lurk all around me
My beloved freckled face child
Looking to me for guidance
I lose all ambiguities of my life
He calls on me to teach him
I want to cradle my child
To preserve those innocent eyes
I want to shower him with all my love
To cherish him all my life
For now, my "crisis" can wait
For, right now, I will be his mother
And the woman within can wait another day
to face the turmoils that plague her
In the face of my child
I see my happiness
I see solutions to my problems
I see... me.
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