Poetically Yours

The drama is so gorgeous--

I look outside and I see poetry;

What kind of humanesque is this?

The defiant words that we speak,

And there is romance between the stars

Between the stars I live,

Preferably the drama exceeds

What truth shall come from this? I wonder

For tomorrow the romance speaks upon words

For words are poetic, I suffice

And what poetic thinking gets the body roaming?

My romance breeds an ignorant masterpiece

Am I a virgin to it all?

For this question relies on my poetic livelihood

For I shall come alive after all;

And tomorrow is the perfect day

The perfect day of sorts,

How can I compare thee

To all poetry?

I wonder if we are a reckoning of souls--

At last, at last...a lullaby of sorts

Put my words on a page, and scream

What solo poet holds up the moon

While being thrown around like a rag doll?

For we are all poetic souls in triumph

Yet in tragedy we know our stories;

Behold the pages of our lullabies--

They sing to us in a heart of gold

Drama...drama folds in the sticks

Between the stabbing of swords

How shall we win in a poetry challenge

When the challenge is within us?

And we all attract psychopaths

With our brilliant words,

For brilliant words never die.

And let me consider this,

May a flower grow in a poetic thought

For we all grow brilliantly under the bridge

What shall become of a rose's conspiracy?

What shall become of poets in the future?

What shall become of me

In the latter years?

And to the man who has my rose

One day my rose will come true...

Marry me poetically in my sight

Poetic rings speak forever

I shall write my words forever in your debt

Will you please forgive me for this piece?