About Poets and Poems! Words, words, nothing but some words in sentences, Nothing? Emotions aren't only expressed by the face and actions. Emotions? To fell a wound to the skin all animals cry, to state the words of pain to others counted only as lies? A sensible soul torn in envious anger apart. With what? Words! Words caused this within a poem so deep. The poet had may be something different in heart to keep, I read the words like I could and would! I felt something in my mind reflect. What was it, that I had detect? A shade, a mirror of myself? I was staring at my self I read on and on. Then I thought I should yell "Begone!" I gazed at the reflection in my mind. There was another, right behind. Then noticed that I was between two mirrors! My other selves glare at me endlessly ashamed. Nearly of all senses bereft, Felling some other there, someone left. The poem left some trace of the poet in me. My mind started to giggle hysterically! After this done I felt some sympathy. No there is more, it seamed like empathy. Had it be done? A lot time has flown, Since a like minded soul touched my own. From mind to soul to heart the poem had gone! Surprised by this I had to go on. I was so joyed by this gentle touch, In seeing the doing of the poet that much. What I gained was some insight I liked to share. But how could I do this without showing despair? Subconscious mind took over and I cooled down. I had to post that neutral as liquid would flown. To see into the mirror of self in reading is wrong? I was taught by hand and pain not to show emotions again. To express these, it comes not easily to me. So I made a statement, as ripe my age can be. To show how and what I liked in the poets thoughts. I mentioned the readers views about the words. How different the readers are in liking a poem, I was interpreted as a foe then. Not by the poet, but some tutor of us all, to of the fan, I am in delight. I did, what I did because I thought it was right! What is a man, who judges me by arrogance in that? I'm not regretting my post nor my words I had. The repulse in your words made me cry out in pain. Your art with words is known, but why are mine in vain? I found something of myself in another. People search whole lives to be together, for some one kindred in mind. Yet my soul is deeply stained. Now I feel very sad, Where my words so very bad? I'm the villain and you are the savior, Twisted where my words with bravoure. The Monster slain from soul to the heart. What was it you said about the art? To be kind to the people in the garden. Now you are truly their warden. Now I wonder what you see, In that mirror of my misery? What is poured upon my head, When live makes me, even with out your words, wish I was dead. Was there something for you to gain? From me now bluntly, you DO have plan? I'm a simple man in search for something lost. Your intentions I question with this post, Do you have mercy with me, or is this a plot? Because I was faster, or else, or not? Back to the Poet before I'm breaking No harm I thought would be from stating. If else I apologize, my emotions withholding. I admire your skills in poetry. I encourage you, I like more to see. Your visions, thoughts in posts to be. This, my mind likes to wander free. If from this you do feel pain, I'd like to apologize again. What started with mere words, My rant the audience forgive me please, Even if viewed as gibberish or drool. Now I end it with a sentence to ease. Now to all it should be visible. An artists soul is very sensible! -----------------------------------(The end)--------------------------------------------- SiIverDNA
