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Truth? January 27, 2013

Posted by JP in Poetry.
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Can a poet taste sincerity?
Can we write with the flavor of truth?
Can we pen the odor of futility,
or the burning sting of joy?
Can we as poets, capture
the color of honesty?
In our scribbles?
In our fevered writings?
Can we artists, self-proclaimed
speakers of beauty,
imprison life’s essence in ink?

Or do we just dance a dirge
of delusion?  A frenetic tango
of self-importance?
Do we type our inane lusts
in the computers of illusion
and call them scripture?

I think not.
We share the climax of speech
in heavenly form.
We express the weary world
in the fury of our odes.
We offer a respite from
reality’s bite.
Through the soothing
balm of our lyrical prose,
We are the healers,
of broken souls
the dreamers of dreams spoken,
and instigators of fantasy realized.

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