part of the legacy

If you saw my most recent post...

We were always art.

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Now that formalities are out of the way

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it's time to cause a little havoc

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burn the bridges of the past

to

strangle the standards of poetry

make

that went before I put pen to paper

you

butcher the bard's words

think

"To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune;

and question?

but to write and read comes by nature"

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to be or not to be a well favoured man?

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that is the question and the answer

because

shall we brainstorm podcast the answer

that's

I write and read because I desire and need

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to consume words and to misuse them

power

recriminalize some, decriminalise others

victimise some, devictimize others

I am but poor and ugly, or handsome and rugged,

it does not matter

so I do what comes

easiest and most difficult to me

to look at life, existence

the very fabric of time itself

and discover, understand the very beating heart of it all

and offer some consideration, some diatribe about

everything and nothing

anything and nothing

words are but my sweet tasting poisoned chalice or my bitter tasting elixir I gift to those who would be brave and bold to sit at my table and dine

the very thoughts that hawk forth from my mouth, propelled from my brain to your eyes and ears

when you read my words, you read my mind, the lies I utilise to decorate the truths

the big boasts and little laboured cries in the void at night

poetry is the recreation, or is it the re-creation of those quiet unseen moments

I decree, because what's a poet without a decree of some sort

I decree that this be art because I designate it a higher position than simple mutterings or scribbles on a file no one will read

its very existence itself is proof that it is more than just the sum of its parts, it is part of the legacy

a legacy that I decree shall be known as

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Thanks for reading!

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