What Poetry Is

You want to know what Poetry is
For the Modern World that’s used to twist
And bend, and tremble in disguise,
Pretending that it’s “neo-wise”,

That, saturated long ago,
To Saturn children pure throws
And that, to Titans owing much,
Them used to Tartar to dispatch?

All right! A Poet’s like them both:
The one who’s innocent and opposed,
Who Might of Elements represents,
Midst Insurrections resurrects,

Condemned by Stupid to be Fool –
The “Holy” one, that’s “not-so-cool”, –
To “crazy” be, by Madness’ Slaves:
He disagrees – and Potent shakes…

And he embodies in his Soul
The Realm of Spirit and its toll,
And pays the price, being poorer than rat
For this demise, - for dice and bet.

And what’s the Principle of that Realm?
The Paradox that overwhelms
It’s Dialectics in it’s One:
Where this is achieved – the Feat is done.

For Feat – the Hero must emerge:
The one who knows Abyss and Gorge,
And finds of Bridges narrow Paths
And Lyrics brings to date with Math.

So here Poetry rises up –
That bears Lion’s skin and club…
You want to hear what’s its Core?
I’m sure you won’t it adore!

You may be frightened, I assume:
It’s not an incense, nor perfume,
Not stench or filth (how this to grasp?!)
It is united Blow and Clasp,

It’s burning Water, boiling Flame,
In Stone and Paper ink and grain,
And Womb of male, female’s Fertile,
That makes their dancing super guile!

And from the Ages to the End
It is for Spirit’s Purpose meant:
To shape the edges of the World
By means of writing spoken Word,

By means of giving birth and cry –
To Death’s decay anew deny –
And this Denial built in Height
To depth of Heavens demonstrate;

From demonstration realize
What’s Understanding’s true devise
What’s motto of deciphered Names
For all the creatures and their games;

To down put the secret Rules  
To make them open, make them Tools
For the Creation’s further Path –
Till its genetic Coding lasts;

To rime those Codes – and to expand
Like RNA transform and grant
To distant corners Distance dense
And build up Flesh Forms of immense

And unforeseen and various Race
(With no “Racism” in the space!) –
And so Tolerance multiply
Through all that vary, - live and die;

To stretch and measure, - and connect
All torn and broken Fragments left
Inside the Puzzle great and one,
That’s called “Existence” to be done –

It’s astronomic Earthly Crust
And Milky Way through dirt and dust,
And stars that burst to planets be,
And satellites that dare break free;

It’s Search of Freedom through the Choice
By Will that seeks to gain, rejoice
And nations build (imagine them,
Imagination’s strata-gems!);

Inhale – that’s Inspiration called,
Exhale – the Story to be told,
Partaking – sharing its Breath,
Abundance, knowing no “less”;

Love guarded both by Truth and Rage,
Good using Evil as her page
Within the Book of Wisdom live –
The Field that’s here to plant and reap;

Creation Day – for Dead and Born,
Of Sacrifices growing Corn,
Redemption that reveals itself
And Judgment that through doom light delve!..

You still don’t know what it is?
It’s Pride with no conceit and grease,
With no arrogance at all –
It’s Truth, not Lies, and so be called!

It is Rejection – to assert,
Like Dominantsept and Cord, –
Of Spheres’ Music, Echoes’ Cube
With force of *****’s pipes and Tubes,

Where voices Interweaving find,
To Poet – Finder – make in mind
All Superseding understand
And all that’s found implement!..

So, now you know! It’s time to hate
Me, who’s just called you to create –
Should you of Genius of Light
Be each and every Perfect Knight,

And not to look for ****** “Excuse”
That is detested by the Muse,
But Explanations give instead
For all who once of clay were made,

Destroying Envy’s jealous sting
And building fiery Worship’s Ring
For all that brings to Common Sense
And Meaning: trust me, it’s immense!..