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Ivory towers

Castles in the sky
Chip away with thought and pen, I the hermit writer
To fool the giant and steal the golden goose
As I carve and climb my ivory tower

Passion masquerading obsessions counterfeit to wisdoms of this mind
Suicidal arrogance blind, tools to craft this lofty throne
And thus to sit, script and ponder
A poet, wig and gavel judging all alone

What need have I for these pathetic emotions to feel, suffer or love?
Master of the dominions in this cosmos, creations but a will
Bestow my talents and splash them with quill upon the whites
And you heap thy praises, green confetti from the tills

And you still laugh out loud and label insane, while others shed tear to my uni-verse
 Unlike thee I travel the worlds, magical lands from this royal stool
Where does thou journey? From wretched job then back to home?
While I meet kings, queens and fight wild beasts, dear sir now who is the fool?

‘Tis the justification of my solitary jurisdiction
That I be sole author of my exaggerated words and exalted worlds that I to, begin to believe that I am elite
 More than a human being, a god perhaps…or do I drape myself with regarding titles afraid
To discover a shrinking violet underneath, a piece of moss or a speckled toadstool nestled somewhere lost… high above within a tree

I leave you to ponder, this decision of who I am or who I may be
As for me I shall continue to write and parade these words as well as entertain
The pedestal,‘tis not so bad with meager companionship of my trusting pen, transforming this lonely spirit through ink onto sheeted realms.
Thus if through recital or reception of the read, thy spirit wanders lost then all of this, the life of mine has never once been in vain

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Submitted on May 01, 2011

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A fortyish native born all American man. Married twice and for the last time. I have four children; Three daughters and one son that are all over the age of eighteen. I also have two grandchildren; one three years old and one nine months old. Inspired by God, tragedy, life's experiences and then a fairy tale love. I never intentionally set out to write poetry, but "She" inspired me. "She" meaning the love of my life. That love is a passion that after thirteen years still grows stronger each and every day. It eventually had to be put into writing. As I wrote poetry to her, she encouraged me to approach other subjects. Doing so brought me to discover that poetry could wash away the bitter tastes of life (suicide, cancer, and divorce) that were still living like demons inside me. So when poetic therapy brought those impish fiends to a stalemate, I began to experiment more. Creating fictional characters and situations within my works. The support of this online community has inspired me even further to continue to hone my writing skills giving the readers the best that I can offer. Thanks to all you out there in Lulu land. more…

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