Cheap melodramas play out in so many live's. <br />Recounts feed in stories and <br />in pitiful poems with nihilistic lies. <br />Equipose is dropped, <br />to set in place vibrant hollow calls, <br />minds possessed by illusions, <br />meaningless recounts of falls. <br />What is it in so many that they <br />grieve in words and prose? <br />How is it in our world of beauty, <br />poets write like no one knows? <br />Nietzsche said it well, 'Few are chosen, <br />the rest are the bungled and the botched.' <br />Today it is a vast sea of frozen <br />languishing poets in a knot. <br />I am tired of dark glitter, and misleading tales, <br />mediocre gossip and the echoed wails. <br />Let all begin to see, that imagination is reality. <br />Start to recreate, of what we will not hesitate. <br />Stop the sadness of these days, <br />by bring gladness and world praise. <br />Perhaps again we'll find it true, <br />that we are One, and <br />each moment is anew!<br /><br />Bullion Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poets-in-knots/
