Things are shifting in the direction of poetry.
Once unleashed from long hiding it becomes tantalizingly irristable to the soul. There will be no turning back.
Mouse ran into a hole wishing that death had never been invented!
This was wrong that people would die and mouse saw no solutions. Perhaps a book could stop this madness once and for all!
Poetry only seems easy to write because of how far a poet can improve and that even "Bad poems" can be good!
So mark me,
Make no mistake about poetry
I can do far more than confuse
In order to make a new magic
That is as old as you
Or maybe it is DNA
You can't refuse
Take a drink
With a muse
Now!
For a rule
Enchanting you!
Enter the golden room
Grab the finest seat
Then your heart
She has a way
Mystery
Now!
Drift away
Into a sea of cosmic space
Like a waking dream
I enter into
Here
Where the room disappears
I hold you hands
Water onto beaches
Living in the air
No cares
Free
Hither enters the cup
And the magic sign of
Peace and
Love!
Make no mistake about poetry
I can do far more than confuse
In order to make a new magic
That is as old as you
Or maybe it is DNA
You can't refuse
Take a drink
With a muse
Now!
For a rule
Enchanting you!
Enter the golden room
Grab the finest seat
Then your heart
She has a way
Mystery
Now!
Drift away
Into a sea of cosmic space
Like a waking dream
I enter into
Here
Where the room disappears
I hold you hands
Water onto beaches
Living in the air
No cares
Free
Hither enters the cup
And the magic sign of
Peace and
Love!
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