It's like presents to unwrapped
the anticipation is intense
a star that can not be reached
a mark that can't be benched
a safe that can not be breached
the thirst that can't be quenched
out of the mouths of babes
it comes from kings and peasants
mystery's wrapping of the truth
history's wrapping of the present
words that have not be mentioned
from realm's of abstract dimensions
it speaks to war and peace
of love beneath the sheets
of honored heroic feats
of horrifying defeats
and with all the worlds blank pages
we will write poetry for ages
through life's many stages
with meanings so outrages
it brings you high into the heavens
drags you to the depths of hell
it slaps you across the face
and kisses you as well
it pierces space and time
the circumference of the mind
brings you to the edge of life
It Cuts you like a knife
from the spark of inspiration
to the appearing on the pages
I give commemoration
to all poets throughout the ages
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