| Poetry |
Tranquil, right?
Isn't that what poetry is?
Isn't that what poetry is?
The poet's words are beautiful...
like the most beautiful
art or sculpture
Chipping away into
the human mind until
the beauty fastens itself
into our culture
like the most beautiful
art or sculpture
Chipping away into
the human mind until
the beauty fastens itself
into our culture
But the poet's muse is often tortured
trying to get the words out
strangling within
bleeding
HEAR ME!
FREE ME!
SPEAK ME!
trying to get the words out
strangling within
bleeding
HEAR ME!
FREE ME!
SPEAK ME!
Until the muse within becomes
a warrioress whose pen
is a gleaming sharp
sword of truth
cutting deep, this Mistress
a warrioress whose pen
is a gleaming sharp
sword of truth
cutting deep, this Mistress
Poetry is an internal violence
a great inner destroying
capturing sacred truth
on the sharp edge
of a blade
a great inner destroying
capturing sacred truth
on the sharp edge
of a blade
| The Warriors: (poets) |
| Chrissy P. Davis's RAVEN'S BREW |
