This is a gift I brandish alone
My sheath is my passion
My sword is my poem
Intellectual aesthetic‘s
My centre of pleasure
My creativity flows on
This body is tethered
People can make me feel quite strange
They roll their eyes and shake their brains
Seldom are they on the same page
Where poetry flows
In an aesthetic array
But this is who we are
And there is no need to change
The expanding universe
Is calling our names
...................
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 12:00 PM UTC
This is a gift I brandish alone
My sheath is my passion
My sword is my poem
Intellectual aesthetic‘s
My centre of pleasure
My creativity flows on
This body is tethered
People can make me feel quite strange
They roll their eyes and shake their brains
Seldom are they on the same page
Where poetry flows
In an aesthetic array
But this is who we are
And there is no need to change
The expanding universe
Is calling our names
...................
We are the creative ones of our societies
It is not a burden but the gift,
Traveler Tim
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