Poets Eye

Sometimes to see with a poet's eye hurts mercilously

To entertain with pain

To see deeper, feel harder





Sympathise their demise without pity

Looking outside in,

Always on the outside.



To jump from atmosphere to atmosphere

Surf different emotional levels

No-one can keep up





We are locked in our own understanding

Ostracised,

cast out.



We are the strangers,We strive to fit in, be accepted

But we are like the 'Vampyre'

We live on a dimension stretched below and beyond uncertainty



There lies the key. Normality

Exempt to us.



So the few are the many

Different classes, sexes, emotional seers

Cast out by ourselves





Superficiality desecrates our 'soul'

Conjoined we are 'whole'

Fragmented. We are atoms, we are spirit.

We are Soul



We see through beauty

We look inside ugliness and deformity

We embrace it all

We search ourselves out through the minions.



we are a strange but beautiful breed

we are walkers on every plane of life

We are the angels, the devils, the wise.



Locked in by crimson skies

malleable, we drift through life

Like the sands of time we filter by

Eternal



Words are our reality

Emotion is our deliverance

Frantically fighting against time

To engage our poetry on closed minds.



We fight on.



We are a circle of light and shadow

Minds intwined becoming one

A hidden conciousness of love





We suffer for our art

So in our solitude we are accepted

Still on the outside looking in.








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Tim Derr's picture

Oh!!!!!!!!!!!! I am stunned by the magnificence of this work!!!!
This tingles along my spine as if it were written for me alone to read.
In all things that pass before us, whether thoughts of time immemorial, or the sights of tragedy, or the heights of glorious tomorrows in celestial planes of harmony, you have found the birthpoint of what it is all about.
I have chills from the allusions. I hear the voice crying its lament of beauty, it lost soul seeking ever the divinity within.
My God Girl, you have truly outdone yourself with this!

"we are a strange but beautiful breed
we are walkers on every plane of life
We are the angels, the devils, the wise.

Locked in by crimson skies
malleable, we drift through life
Like the sands of time we filter by
Eternal"
This stands out for me. It is the truest meaning of sentience. The whole of the poem is grand beyond true description, but these words, touched my soul.
Tim

Dale Clark's picture

Hence we're (poets) turned inside out, which is
painful and delightful at the same time!
Peace-CJ