House of Jade

Carpe Diem! Quam Minimum Credula Postero..

The Poet

I sit here, pen in hand, and ponder
Upon the days at hand, thoughts wander
History creeps upon me with victories and mistakes
Words shake my bones, slow shudders and painful shakes.
Lonely am I, still, I wait in misery and think
While she runs about, passes me by, doesn�t even blink
Life�s an act, the world�s a stage
Each day fulfills an empty page
With battles lost and battles won
Some fought with words that weigh a ton
Some fought with tears, and shameful pain
Without that which there is no gain
I am the poet, I am the pen
The visionary for all lonely men
I am that strip of parchment, I
That needs but strokes of colored dye
To show the world what I hold inside
Light paths to where all secrets hide
Read it now as I write this
And bask in truthful, glorious bliss.