Does the true being of self to consciousness cling Disappearing suddenly when reality so elusive sings Pride covet words in anticipation of the ultimate ascension Daring to imperil it all for ink and pen Ignoring the warnings A poets world rarely mentioned
We discard with little effort what imparts to us conventionality and vague interest Desiring instead to reminisce on that which tortures and haunts us It is by choice we reside freely and roam in unknown dimensions Artists of our experiences A poets world rarely mentioned
Many will condemn with ridicule and scorn Those who exist in the universe of the word As we climb the stairs to the dreamworld Closed to those deficit in imagination Only the ingenious may enter Virtuosos of the mind and heart A poets world rarely mentioned