Aluminum Shackles - Titanium Quills (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer
Did you- Did you,
and I repeat,
That these words were spilled
from my veins in order
to make clear to you - the reader
what exactly I am communicating
in verse and thought?
Are you suggesting that
me, the poet, has wrists
that are enshackled,
forbidden to choose obscurity
since you no longer enjoy
the subtle art of mystery
and the game of uncovering
secrets laid within these words?
I know no rules, abide none
but the ancient law of pen
I challenge my fingers
and the eyes of others-
offering variety and color.
Pabulum is abhorred
by you and your kind, and I am left
only to speak thus:
My inkblade detests the lazy
and those whose insight only glances
upon the faces of words, which always
require thought and penetrating vision
to truly savour the poetic soup
that I am known to boil and serve.
Ah, and another thing:
My inkblade adores bleeding
those that encourage slavery.
May you be blessed in being taught
that words no matter how presented
and crafted- can never fully communicate
what a penmaster intends, since it is created
usually for more than one pair of eyes.
And many like you are comfortable
in the common act of assumption.
Which is why I am comfortably cantankerous-
a cherished tradition among many
who weild Titanium Pens.
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