Analogical Apathy

The secret sauce of poetry

Lies in its deep capacity

To free the mind from rules that bind

Expressions of our human kind

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For those that read between the lines

A poem speaks volumes full of truth

But those who won't enter the mines

Will never find the diamond proof

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Encoded thoughts do swirl within

The deepness hides behind the grin

For every man must show his face

Yet what secrets make his blood race

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To taste his esoteric life

A cost is paid in blood and sweat

His tears are his, as is his strife

Yet out, he must, his sorrow let

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And so devise he does his maze

Build up, within, he does his blaze

With words and rhyme and time he plays

To hide his truth before the gaze

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Of those who are not worthy yet

Still seek to take what they can get

In vain does he yet vainly fret

For even if their eyes he met

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They would not see him standing there

They could not care less how he fares

Though they may stare, they cannot share

The pain that he alone yet bears

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And so he hides his hurt away

Though come what may, both night and day

Bear witness to silent dismay

He covers up with shades of grey

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But poetry hates to be caged

It breaks all rules and ruins rhymes

Disdainfully surveys the stage

And yet it waits and bides its time

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And at the crucial moment speaks

Surmounts even the highest peaks

And looks down on all that was said

Denounces it as living dead

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True poetry it knows no bounds

It breaks the rules all on a whim

It lives not through these words and sounds

But in the love of her and him

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Yet even now I am its jailor

If only I could be its sailor

To ride the waves and wind

To spite the skin that sinned

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To shatter convention

To speak freely

To bare my soul

To risk being hurt

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To risk being seen

To dare to be known

My safe space is not only mine

I throw its doors wide open

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I hope to find my kindred kind

Who speak a thousand thousand tongues

Who are not shy to break the rules and stand amongst their shattered ruins

To them I dedicate this hymn:

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Torrential rain

A wind that both whips and caresses

Solid ground

Creative spark