Thy Poet Within

Thy Poet Within                     December 23, 2013

Thy soul is tortured, ne'er to be
 Heard nor reckon'd in a peace,

Its craft to be its lone refuge
 Between the worldly decadence

And an existence mired amid
 A state of sheer, abject insanity.

Shall I lift thy pen to paper
 And script for thee these lyrics

To affirm to one and for all
 The madness o' thy inane logic?

I live amid a world o' depravity:
 Of the norms o' most souls,

For God ne'er endow'd in me
Of a single care akin with others.  

I wish 'pon all thy fellow man
Peace and love amid cohabitation,

Yet all I see is blood, sweat, tears,
 And the mass hate so prevalent,

The suffering, too painful to see,
 And I must go to a place devoid
 Of such miseries and despondency.

'Tis I the poet, tho', and I do create
Thy own worlds, a universe 'pon
Which there is ne'er great misery,

And all o' God's children may hold
 Hands and sing o' one day, for when
He returns home to spread to all good,
 His love to one and for all, and Eden
 To be resurrect'd; for Sin destroy'd thy
 World till now we art dead 'pon birth;
All must act, manifest a new artisan's
 World: A home where all shall benefit
 From the fruits o' their sweat amid
The universal language for all peoples
 To be thy art they each seek to be.

Thy poet within speaks with tears
As thine echoes of Utopia's fears
 Never realized; I fear unfortunate
 This may well be impossible, see,
 To allow thee capability to mend
 Those fences o' so long ago placed

Since Eve's ill hunger o' fruit led man
 To temptation: The evil serpent so
 Misled her to eat the Forbidden
 Fruit, killing all; and now, tis all done
 Amid blacken'd seas o' Decadence:
 A world o' Hell's Inferno, the dragon
Ascends: the Son of Morning; amid
 His evil plight, not a world I choose;
 And I disassociate thyself, thy own plight,
And to spread Love through thy lyrics
 And artistic dalliance: Let Love prevail
Within open hearts o' all God's children
 Till each shall see Twilight's final gleam.