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
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Scheme | XABA XCAC XXXB XDXD XXXE EFXF |
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Characters | 1,688 |
Words | 312 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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