The Poetry King
A bow to The Poetry King,
who thinks he doesn't
mean a thing
in the grand scheme.
Wears his heart
on stained sleeve,
makes paupers feel
like royalty.
Waxes poetic about
life, love, and history
that would otherwise remain
unsolved mysteries.
More than just a dream,
The Poetry King
lives eternally,
in you and me.
https://youtu.be/0FT3SmZ_zx0
Saturday 5th September 2020 2:21 am
Kings and Scribes
How easy it is to judge
from the throne of
self-righteousness.
How comforting to
cast off what
doesn't fit our
moral code.
Perspective is
colored by our own
evolution and lingering
insecurities.
The soul of a scribe
cannot help but
share truths
that set spirits
free, no matter
the cost of their
own liberty.
Friday 1st February 2019 7:41 pm
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