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.