Poets Are The Weary World's Refuse

[LCK]

Poet's are the weary world's refuse
Broken tortur'd souls
Fragile of mind, easy prey
For the empty escape
Found in vice and addiction.
A troubled motley lot ar poets
Passionate yet fragile,
Too fragile for this world,
Which is why they often become
Famous after their deaths,
When only passion lives on,
A double-edged sword of
Genius bordering on insanity,
Often tragic figures,
They seldom achieve happily ever after,
Seldom find romantic bliss
Or inner peace or religious certainty,
But search vainly o'er a vast ocean
Of life's claims, lost at sea, no compass
Drowning and they don't know why,
The world's cruelties heavy on their beings,
Hearts on their sleeves,
Souls in their pens,
The world's refuse,
Perhaps its salvation too.

Laurie

 

[Van Damien]

Indeed. I'm thinking of only reading Dr. Seuss from now on.
'Perhaps it's salvation too'? certainly, to see without interpretation or imagery is so one dimensional, dull deathly

 

[LCK]

Dr. Suess?! lol. 'Ooblick' scared the hell out of me when I was a kid! In fact it still makes me feel claustrophobic. The Lorax was perhaps one of the earliest stands on environmentalism, a cool book. Ah, and the Grinch rocks.