A poet loves to question
love and praise the beauty of anguish,
he drinks the strength
of justice
like Mr. Hyde to Jekyll's buried famished
thirst
a poet needs hidden
Treasures true in the pond, the search,
the meanings, symbols and riddled
rambling - man of petals of roses
he angers at stoics
and weeps when he sees love between
enemies - finding peace
in rhetoric
the harmony of overwhelming feelings
he is privy to the silence, congealing, and understands
why and how
the ways of things, work,
the violence of truth, berths
moving revelations in compromising
and yet the importance of
where and when
the sun is surely rising

a poet may love to hurt at times
the moon waxes full and blue with brine,
but it is the passion a poet finds
when he stays true

The
Rhyme’s own journals /written
Days,
nights.
pain. songs.
sublime.
rain, love, or come shine.
deign to cry.
dream.
breathe.
die.